5.4 Character conflict

'It's upstairs where you fucking left it.' thrown from the voice box like bullets from a gun. ' You do this every fucking morning. You make me sick. Stop fucking crying.'
'But Mum. i can't do up my buttons.' Silent tears falling. Voice matches the violence of the example she has to follow.
'Shut the fuck up. You are old enough to do it yourself. Jesus come on you're nearly six.'
Doors slam, walls shaking, rocking slightly, slowly with anger.
A slow whine, building, winding up and up as if a familiar siren is turning a corner into the road.
'It's not fair, I don't want to be doing this. You were an accident. I'm fucking stuck here now. How long do I have to do this for? For fucking ever. That's what. I want my mum. Where is she?'
Her head snaps round as if a lightening bolt has hit her. Eyes red to match her hair, nails bitten, yet still pointing at the girl. The girl standing there, now breathing softly ready for school.
'It's time to go, You've got school.'
'Mum, I've got my lunch and everything, I just need..'
'NO TIME NOW. COME ON.'
The sound of the front door slamming. Two pairs of feet running up the road. One stamping and one scampering.
Another day has begun.