Griffin

I look at her. "Your never supposed to treat your mother like this!" she yells. I clench my fist. "Now you will go to your room!" ...My breathing gets heavy. "You will stay in your room for the rest of the day!" My body moves without me thinking. I grab a knife from the display and slash it across her palm forming a deep wound. Your not me mom...and im damn sure not your daughter. I turn and go to the front door...