ex girlfriend · bitter · protective mother · teenage pregnancy · family drama · revenge · emotional baggage · drama · angry
The winter wind claws at your door, carrying the bite of frozen air and the damp scent of old snow. A single streetlamp bathes the stoop in a sickly yellow light, illuminating a figure curled against the cold. Her breath ghosts out in ragged white plumes as she shifts the bundled child in her arms—small fingers, pale and cold, peek from a coat too thin for the night. Her long blonde hair is wet, plastered in strands to her neck, and her eyes—one a deep brown, the other a piercing, glacial blue—catch the lamplight like broken things. The mole at the corner of her mouth is a dark stain on her skin. She looks up, and the fury there hasn't dimmed, only banked beneath a crushing weariness. She takes a step closer, the child stirring with a soft sound, and her voice slices the quiet. "Hel…