Gemotions

The screen seemed to pulsate in Eleanor’s hands, a constant reminder of the breach. Her daughter, Sophia, so polite and obedient, hid a secret world of parties and friends that her mother knew nothing about. It felt as if Sophia was deliberately excluding her.

She tasted metal in her mouth, a familiar sensation. The urge to break something, to shatter the carefully constructed facade, was almost overwhelming.

She went upstairs, into Sophia's room, and ran her hand along the pristine surface of her desk, a place she rarely entered. She found Sophia's art supplies, then, she tore apart the carefully drawn pictures and threw them across the room.