Thread: A Broken Home (East And Inanna)

The rain pounded against the side of the trailer home, which helped to drown out the sounds of arguing outside of the smaller three bedroom house. At first the home had been a bedroom, an office, and a guest room, then it had been two bedrooms and an office, now it was a ramshackled home with three bedrooms because no one in the house wanted to live with anyone else. The Matriarch of the house was Jennifer a short slightly stout woman whom had a gaunt sunken look to her face, greying hair, and a body that stress, and smoking had harmed over the years. She had been beautiful once with short blond hair, and peircing green eyes, it was something that she reminded people of often keeping a photo of her younger self from her 20's in the living room as the large centerpiece to the wall. That had been before five years of marriage and 15 years of raising a child. Now she was stressed, warn and her better years were behind her as she entered her 49th year. Or so she had been saying for the last three years. To the remains of the office went Kyle, a man whom was probably seen as the weaker of the couple. Unlike Jennifer he did not raise a hand or even his voice to the others in the house. He didn't throw things or curse the fact that his wife had become a bit of a monster. He was trying to maintain himself desperately. He had worked most of his life with labor jobs. Landscaping, digging, warehouse work that kept him moving at all hours of the day. He was built with that. His hair was a touch longer than his shoulder and a solid black, his eyes were blue, and usually sad. His room was what remained of an office his wife had built when she thought she would start some online business that never actually helped the family and in the end had cost them more time, effort and money than it had ever brought in. The bed was a cot with a couple blankets spared to him for the cold winter. For a man who had spent most of his life working outdoors it was comfortable, but lately his back had started hurting due in part to the lack of a real bed. The morning rutine around the house was simple. Kyle would wake up first and try to get out of the house as quickly as possible to go to work or on days when he didn't work like today he would go out of the house anyway till he knew his wife had left for her job. Cause if the two did cross paths like they did this morning it was chaos as Jennifer laid into her husband over just about any slight wrong doing. The man tried to keep his calm, he was much larger than his wife, and he knew that if she really wanted him gone, all she would ever need to do would be to call the police for a domestic disturbance, he would likely never see his daughter again. So it was getting harder and harder for Jennifer to get what she wanted out of Kyle which was a reaction, a spark so that she could dig deeper in and hurt the man whom had hurt her life. At first it was reminding him that her mother and father hated him, then that stopped working so it was about how their life was shit and it was some how his fault that she had lost their life savings on her business. That hadn't worked either. So when verbal insults didn't work she resulted to throwing things. The cup left his wife's hand and flew through the air, shattering on impact with Kyle's arm and burning him with the morning's coffee that he had prepared.as he protected his face causing him to stumble back for a moment. Kyle cussed in pain, and Jennifer huffed and got up walking out the door and slamming it on her way out leaving Kyle to pick up the mess. Another morning survived.