Still Mean

Lisa

Lisa stood at the front door for a few minutes, trying to process some of the emotions that had bubbled up inside of her. Fighting with Marc didn't help the situation at all. She had to figure out how to let him into the pain of living out her childhood. It sat on her like a wet wool coat. The memories that flooded her, just standing in front of the house, had her searching for more air to breathe. Everything hurt.

She turned, putting her back to the door. Marc was long gone, and she honestly thought about calling him and having him stay with her. He would have, but she'd shoved him away.

It's embarrassing how much she hates you.

Lisa reached up and brushed her hair back, forcing her thoughts back. Her mother did hate her, or something close to it. She had nothing good to say, she never had.

The door opened behind Lisa, and she turned. Fredrick smiled and opened his arms. "Miss Lisa. How are you, dear? Your father said we should expect you today."

She smiled. "Fredrick. It's good