Coffee #05-Purse; Chocolate #07- Regret and Butterscotch
Author: Dragons_Kin
Title: Frustration
Flavor: Coffee #05-Purse; Chocolate #07- Regret
Topping: Butterscotch
Story Arc: Made of Dreams
Word Count: 999
Rating: PG
Summary: Coral has a fight with her mom…
Disclaimer: After the Rain Lyrics © Johnny’s Entertainment, Yamashita Tomohisa.
Over the roof…
Under the roof…
Like the sky…
Flying high…
Freedom that’s mine…
I wait for sunshine…
Coral inhaled both the cool night air and the smoke from the cigarette. She glanced downward for a moment to flick what little ashes could be flitted away before peering over the rooftop to gaze at the figure of her mother.
The teenage inhaled again and exhaled with her mouth firmly shut, allowing the grey clouds to escape her nostrils. Serenity had been pissed when she found out about her daughter’s six-minutes-closer-to-death pack of twenty-four. Whatever. Serenity could get over it. Just like Serenity could get over the fact that she was smoking it, much less hiding it in her room.
“It’s just a cigarette, mom.” Coral rolled her eyes and made a reach for the found box, but her mother was faster and she took it out of Coral’s reach.
“These things’ll kill you.”
“Yeah? So will breathing. Give them back.” Coral held out her hand, waiting for her mom to give it back, but Serenity held it behind her back.
“Mom,” Coral huffed, “I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“You’re right. You’re a big girl with a little girl’s mentality. And next year, when you turn eighteen, then you can smoke these things all you want.”
Coral could hear the slight crackling sound the box made when Serenity’s fingers crushed the box, cigarette still encased, and gaped at her mother.
“Hey!”
“Don’t ‘Hey!’ me! As long as you live in this house you may not smoke these things inside. If your father-”
And just like that Coral’s off switch flipped and she mentally plugged her ears to what Serenity said next. Coral couldn’t fathom why her parents wouldn’t just get a divorce already. They were always fighting Probably because it was so important to her mother, Serenity Freyn that the family stick together as a whole. And probably because she didn’t like how popular divorce was getting nowadays.
Coral blew out the last of her smoke, and flicked the bud away with easy expertise. The ends of the cigarette glowed orange-red at for a moment and then died out.
“Coral Evlynne Freyn.” It took a lot of effort not to flinch when her mother had spoken to her earlier that night. It didn’t much for the teenager to gain an edge to her voice, though. She turned slowly, sighing as she did and noted to herself that it wasn’t wise to make the rattle snake snap.
“What the hell are you doing up here?” Serenity demanded.
“Well, what the hell do you think I’m doing up here mom?”
Her mother sighed and shook her head. Coral yawned.
“Don’t raise your voice at me young lady.”
“What’re you gonna do about it? Slap me? Go ahead see what happens next.”
Serenity deflated a little bit, her eyes glistening and brighter than all the stars in the sky tonight. Coral swallowed. It was always here in the arguments that her anger cracked her resolve; however, the next works her mother spoke broke down those walls with flying colors and instead of cracking resolve, it almost overflowed the dam of anger.
“First your grades and then the cigarettes. Are you getting high now too?”
Okay. That was downright offensive. “No.”
“You expect me to believe that?” The black eye brow rose and hid itself underneath Serenity’s long bangs.
“Yeah. It’s not like I ain’t ever lied to you before.” If Serenity heard the kind of slang, she -thankfully - never acknowledged it.
And if that wasn’t enough to tell Coral her mother wasn’t listening, she just had to, had to involve Monica, her twin sister, in this. Monica’s got good grades, Monica’s got good, influential friends, Monica makes this family proud. Monica, Monica, Monica.
Coral was getting real tired of knowing she couldn’t amount to anything. The youngest, Debrah was automatically bathed with attention. The Eldest was the father’s favorite, and Monica…well… Monica brought home trophies and friends and…good grades. Whatever Coral could do, Monica could do better. Since it was like that, it wasn’t hard to fall from grace.
The tears fell. It didn’t seem like Serenity was paying attention.
*
Coral didn’t do a full sob until she knew that her door was locked and she had the comfort of her pillow and blankets to muffle the sound of her shrieks of rage and lonliness.
The phone rang. Her father’s angry voice. Her mother retaliated with equal ferocity. Serenity hung up first and left without another word to the youngest twin.
The teenager sighed, going limp and was just about to head into a wonderful sleep that provided nothing but good intentions for the body, when she heard the beating of wings. She gasped, startled, and sat up so fast it made her head spin.
“What the hell?” Coral fell back on the bed. She was almost, almost back to the state of peace before a voice echoed in her ear.
Free me…
Coral ignored it.
Free me…
A look of impatience made the creature inside look menacing, maniacal, mental. Its lips were pursed into a thin line. Long disheveled hair that fell to the waist. Eyes the color of rust glared at her through a hole in the wooden shed-thing. It was large enough to move his arm through. His clothes were dirty and smelled like ammonia. She tried not to dry heave several times, and even though she had covered her nose with her shirt, the scent of him gave her a headache.
The hand stretched out to her, almost, but not quite reaching…all she had to do was extend her own hand just a little…tiny…bit…
Angry eyes became desperate eyes.
Please, the voice quivered a little, free me…
Title: Frustration
Flavor: Coffee #05-Purse; Chocolate #07- Regret
Topping: Butterscotch
Story Arc: Made of Dreams
Word Count: 999
Rating: PG
Summary: Coral has a fight with her mom…
Disclaimer: After the Rain Lyrics © Johnny’s Entertainment, Yamashita Tomohisa.
Over the roof…
Under the roof…
Like the sky…
Flying high…
Freedom that’s mine…
I wait for sunshine…
Coral inhaled both the cool night air and the smoke from the cigarette. She glanced downward for a moment to flick what little ashes could be flitted away before peering over the rooftop to gaze at the figure of her mother.
The teenage inhaled again and exhaled with her mouth firmly shut, allowing the grey clouds to escape her nostrils. Serenity had been pissed when she found out about her daughter’s six-minutes-closer-to-death pack of twenty-four. Whatever. Serenity could get over it. Just like Serenity could get over the fact that she was smoking it, much less hiding it in her room.
“It’s just a cigarette, mom.” Coral rolled her eyes and made a reach for the found box, but her mother was faster and she took it out of Coral’s reach.
“These things’ll kill you.”
“Yeah? So will breathing. Give them back.” Coral held out her hand, waiting for her mom to give it back, but Serenity held it behind her back.
“Mom,” Coral huffed, “I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“You’re right. You’re a big girl with a little girl’s mentality. And next year, when you turn eighteen, then you can smoke these things all you want.”
Coral could hear the slight crackling sound the box made when Serenity’s fingers crushed the box, cigarette still encased, and gaped at her mother.
“Hey!”
“Don’t ‘Hey!’ me! As long as you live in this house you may not smoke these things inside. If your father-”
And just like that Coral’s off switch flipped and she mentally plugged her ears to what Serenity said next. Coral couldn’t fathom why her parents wouldn’t just get a divorce already. They were always fighting Probably because it was so important to her mother, Serenity Freyn that the family stick together as a whole. And probably because she didn’t like how popular divorce was getting nowadays.
Coral blew out the last of her smoke, and flicked the bud away with easy expertise. The ends of the cigarette glowed orange-red at for a moment and then died out.
“Coral Evlynne Freyn.” It took a lot of effort not to flinch when her mother had spoken to her earlier that night. It didn’t much for the teenager to gain an edge to her voice, though. She turned slowly, sighing as she did and noted to herself that it wasn’t wise to make the rattle snake snap.
“What the hell are you doing up here?” Serenity demanded.
“Well, what the hell do you think I’m doing up here mom?”
Her mother sighed and shook her head. Coral yawned.
“Don’t raise your voice at me young lady.”
“What’re you gonna do about it? Slap me? Go ahead see what happens next.”
Serenity deflated a little bit, her eyes glistening and brighter than all the stars in the sky tonight. Coral swallowed. It was always here in the arguments that her anger cracked her resolve; however, the next works her mother spoke broke down those walls with flying colors and instead of cracking resolve, it almost overflowed the dam of anger.
“First your grades and then the cigarettes. Are you getting high now too?”
Okay. That was downright offensive. “No.”
“You expect me to believe that?” The black eye brow rose and hid itself underneath Serenity’s long bangs.
“Yeah. It’s not like I ain’t ever lied to you before.” If Serenity heard the kind of slang, she -thankfully - never acknowledged it.
And if that wasn’t enough to tell Coral her mother wasn’t listening, she just had to, had to involve Monica, her twin sister, in this. Monica’s got good grades, Monica’s got good, influential friends, Monica makes this family proud. Monica, Monica, Monica.
Coral was getting real tired of knowing she couldn’t amount to anything. The youngest, Debrah was automatically bathed with attention. The Eldest was the father’s favorite, and Monica…well… Monica brought home trophies and friends and…good grades. Whatever Coral could do, Monica could do better. Since it was like that, it wasn’t hard to fall from grace.
The tears fell. It didn’t seem like Serenity was paying attention.
*
Coral didn’t do a full sob until she knew that her door was locked and she had the comfort of her pillow and blankets to muffle the sound of her shrieks of rage and lonliness.
The phone rang. Her father’s angry voice. Her mother retaliated with equal ferocity. Serenity hung up first and left without another word to the youngest twin.
The teenager sighed, going limp and was just about to head into a wonderful sleep that provided nothing but good intentions for the body, when she heard the beating of wings. She gasped, startled, and sat up so fast it made her head spin.
“What the hell?” Coral fell back on the bed. She was almost, almost back to the state of peace before a voice echoed in her ear.
Free me…
Coral ignored it.
Free me…
A look of impatience made the creature inside look menacing, maniacal, mental. Its lips were pursed into a thin line. Long disheveled hair that fell to the waist. Eyes the color of rust glared at her through a hole in the wooden shed-thing. It was large enough to move his arm through. His clothes were dirty and smelled like ammonia. She tried not to dry heave several times, and even though she had covered her nose with her shirt, the scent of him gave her a headache.
The hand stretched out to her, almost, but not quite reaching…all she had to do was extend her own hand just a little…tiny…bit…
Angry eyes became desperate eyes.
Please, the voice quivered a little, free me…