Sighing, Shekinah dropped her duffel bag on the carpet. “Mom, I’m really tired,” she said.
“Can we do this talking thing tomorrow morning? Please.”
“Not going to work for me,” Moni said. “I need to understand why you stood there and watched your friends bully a helpless girl.”
Pursing her lips, Shekinah shrugged. “I just did,” she said.
Moni couldn’t believe her ears. “You just did? Shekinah, what is wrong with you? Why are you so angry?”
“I’m surprised you don’t know,” Shekinah said with a harsh laugh. “Well, Mom, it’s because we’re all angry people in this house. You think ‘cause I’m in my room, I can’t hear you and Dad saying all kinds of mean things to each other? Some days, my wearing ear plugs doesn’t even help.”
Moni gaped at her. “Shekinah…”
“Since you really want to know why I stood there, I’ll tell you,” she said. “It’s because if I hadn’t gone along with those girls, it would have been my head in the toilet bowl.” Shekinah threw up her hands. “I have to watch out for myself.”
What had happened to her child? “Please, let us help you. Tell me what they did to you.”
Shekinah looked directly at her. Moni was taken aback by how tired and old her eyes looked. They weren’t a teenager’s eyes.
“Perhaps, you and Dad should help yourselves first,” Shekinah said in a soft voice before stepping into her room and closing the door.
Vivian Kay is a debut Christian author living in Canada’s banana belt. When she is not writing or daydreaming about writing, she’s cooking, playing scrabble or snuggling up with a good book.
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