Daisy sighed looking at Carson. She bit her bottom lip. Pots and pans were being thrown downstairs. "DAISY!!!" She nodded at Carson and softly smiled a little. Once he put her down, she took off the costume and gently laid it down on the bed. She walks to door, opening, she walks right out, shutting it. Emily whimpered as she was being picked up. She wrapped her arms around Carson and hid.
"I dont like Foster momma. I want my real momma". Emily said sadly. An arguement was occuring downstairs, follow by foster mother screaming at her. The boys were ease dropping from their rooms. None was laughing. Daisy looked at her foster mother angryly.
"What is this? Your entering an art college?! Your art sucks. "
"Least im doing something with my life!" Daisy fired back.
"What life?! Your parents didnt even want you! I dont want you!"
"Then why am i here?! " Daisy yelled. The foster mother stayed silent and laughed. Daisy looked at her. "Least im not laying down with my legs open.. "
Foster mother slaps her across the face. The blow was heard upstairs. Daisy held her face and stay silent. Emily heard the slap and cried. "Daisy got hurt. Carson protect Daisy." Emily whimpered.
The foster mother smiled, took Daisy by her hair and yanked it before throwing her to the floor.
"Next time you talk about me like that, i make sure you end up like the way you are just now... With your legs open.. See how it feels. You will like it and thank me later." The foster mother hissed and a car outside began to honk the horn and the mother got up and left. She wLked to the car. Got in. Left. Daisy slowly got up on the floor and walked outside. Her face was red on the right side, hair was yanked out from her scalp. She walked to the nearby tree and sat under it.