After school, neither of them wanted to go home. Peyton had lit joints back to back until Rynn asked, "What are you trying to accomplish?" Peyton shrugged, "Trying to see if it'd make our lives suck less." When it did not, they went home and the house was still a wreck.
It wasn't horrible, they'd seen worse. But with the small splatters of blood on the beige living room wall, the tv smashed, couch flipped over, and a chair broken...it looked pretty bad. Yolanda sat at the kitchen table, with a lost look on her expression.
She had a black eye, a busted lip, and her arms had a couple of bruises. When she noticed her daughter, Yolanda waved them in. Sitting down both girls watched Yolanda shakely whisper, "Girls, I'm sorry okay. But we can't stay here." Rynn looked at her mom angrily who
