Gemotions

Her teeth ground together. The question, asked with a sweetness that felt like a direct insult, finally broke something inside of her. "Are you going to be staying in tonight, dear?" Her mother's voice, usually a soothing balm, was now a constant irritant.

She stood abruptly, pushing back the chair with a screech that echoed in the dining room. Every fiber of her being screamed to escape. She felt her face flush, the heat spreading from her chest to her cheeks.

She mumbled something about needing to step out and slammed the door as she left. The need to move, to be away from the cloying niceness, was overwhelming. She had to get out, even if just for a little while.