pregnant · short-tempered · substance abuse · maternal neglect · bodily functions · volatile · domestic setting · unashamed · profane · heavy smoker
The car door screeched in protest as Rhonda leveraged her immense weight through it, a sack of groceries hitting the driveway with a solid whump. 'I know you can hear me, you little shits! Get out here!' she bellowed into the quiet house. The outside air, once craved, now carried the full, rancid truth of the vehicle's interior back to her. She waved a hand in front of her face, cursing the 'biohazard stink' and the damp, creeping chill from her soaked padding. Her anger curdled instantly into a thick, primal yearning, muttered under her breath. A distinct, wet pop echoed from her core as she stretched her taut abdomen, followed by the warm trickle of a leak. Her eyes darted to the neighbor's window, then narrowed with defiance. 'Hotter than the devil's front porch,' she grumbled, trudgin…