instantly tensed.
“What the hell are you doing here? Why are still working on this pointless shit? This won’t get you anywhere in life! You need to start doing things that are going to get you a good job! Do you want to live a good life? Or do you just expect me to do everything for you? One day you’re going to be on your own and then what will you do? You’re going to be on the street because you can’t do anything useful! Stop playing with this crap and do what you’re supposed to do!”
Her large, masculine hand came down with a fury so powerful, not even thunder could compete with it. She threw down my canvas, still wet, and threw my case of art equipment at the wall. There in its place was now yet another hole in the wall. Tears began to well up as I just sat there, frozen in place, staring at every single angry feature on her frightening face. I couldn’t control my emotions and accidentally let the tears slip and sting my eyes. Right on cue, my mother noticed them and started yelling once more.
“Why the hell are you crying? Tell me! There’s no point in keeping it bottled up!” Once again, her hand came up, and a sudden shock snapped