It was a little after 1:30 on a cold and foggy Tuesday afternoon. Jocelyn stepped one foot outside the badly painted doorframe and decided she needed a jacket. As she turned her foot her mom snapped at her “Jocelyn, don’t forget to do the dishes if you want any dinner tonight!”

She sighed “yes mom”, and moped back upstairs.

When she got to her room she rifled through her messy closet and was unsatisfied, realizing all of her jackets were dirty.

“Fucking great” she muttered under her breath. Grabbing her dirty clothes basket, she realized she wouldn’t have time to go see her boyfriend Daniel. It would have been her third time cancelling on him this week alone, never mind how many times it had happened this month. He was sure to break up with her if her mother kept saddling her with chores so that she could never leave the house.

Jocelyn was near tears of anger as she trudged out of her room and approached the stairs, as she saw her wretched mother slowly walking down the steps.

“I’m tired of this bitch treating me like Cinderella”, she thought. Before she could stop herself she “dropped”, or launched, her dirty laundry basket at her mothers head. She smirked watching her tumble down the stairs, smacking her head against a picture of their barbie dream house fake family. She saw blood splatter from a body part as another became twisted and mangled along the way. Blood that would easily be falsified as red wine if things got deadly stained the creaky plywood floor.

“Sorry mama, it was an accident. I’ll go call 911 and get on those dishes ASAP. Hopefully your insurance covers the ambulance!”