The End

Tullah could see his car parked on the side of the road as she inched closer to home, her eyes instantly dropped to the ground as she tried to take deep breaths to keep herself calm.

Her body was starting to beg for food after her spending the day of not touching a thing.

Tullah lifted her gaze slightly as she stepped through the gate, through the back door of the house.

She saw her mum and her stepdad watching tv in the lounge room.

Tullah exhaled her deep breath as she headed towards the kitchen.

"There's no milk left." His voice burned her eyes.

And? Tullah thought as she opened the fridge.

"Did you hear me. There's no milk left."

Tullah reached for her water bottle.

"Are you fucking deaf! There's no milk left."

Tullah closed the fridge door as she turned around, she didn't realise he had shifted to standing.

"You drank all the milk, you selfish bitch. How am I supposed to have coffees without milk?"

"I didn't drink milk, I don't even like it."

"Liar!"

How was Tullah lying? She knew her own taste buds.

"You were the last one to touch the bottle."

"I didn't even have cereal this morning, how am I the one who finished it?" Tullah could feel her throat burning as it struggled to stay unbroken in sadness.

"Because you're a selfish bitch."

Tullah shifted her gaze to her mum.

"Don't look at her, she won't protect you. I brought the fucking thing and you wasted it!"

"I DON'T LIKE MILK!" The loudness of Tullah's voice came out of nowhere "STOP BLAMING ME FOR SOMETHING I DON'T TOUCH!"

He stepped up to her, his smoke filled stench of a breath blew in her face. She could see the anger written all over his face.

"Tullah, room now." Her mum finally spoke.

"But I didn't touch the milk" Tullah brought her gaze to her mum.

"Don't care, just go to your room."

Tullah rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at your mum." He gritted his smoke and alcohol damaged teeth.

"I didn't touch the milk."

"ROOM" Her mum's voice rose up.

Tullah turned her back and started to make her way up to her room.

"BUY YOUR OWN SHIT! SICK OF YOU WASTING MY MONEY!"

"I don't touch your money! I don't even like milk!" Tullah called out from her bedroom as she slammed her door shut.

"DON'T SLAM YOUR DOOR, YOU SLUT!"

"That's enough." Her mother's voice attempted to soothe the conversation.

"She has no respect, you let her walk all over you."

Tullah let her tears fall as she leaned against her bedroom door.

"SHE CAN BUY HER OWN SHIT!" Tullah heard his voice.

She dumped her bag on her floor and dropped her water bottle before wiping away her tears.

Tullah's eyes scanned her near-dark room as her tears kept falling.

Her tears continued to fall down her face as she stared absently at her pillows.

It felt like Tullah wasn't even in her own body as she stepped over to her bed, she felt like her soul had left her body as she picked up one of her pillows.

Tullah blew out her breath before lifting the pillow to her face, she forced her hands to press onto the pillow as forceful as possible over her face.

She could feel her hot breath rise over her face and squish between the pillow, she could feel the sense of struggling to breath as she felt her grip on the pillow push harder.

Tullah closed her eyes.