Trifecta Writing Challenge – the prompt is sinister inclining toward evil.
Kira is fourteen, the eldest of three. The other two are six-year-old twin girls. Their mother appears disinterested in caring for them. It’s up to Kira. She’s been changing diapers since she was eight. Resentful she smacks them around a little when no one is looking. She doesn’t hurt them. Under different circumstances she could love them.
Her father she rarely sees though he’s home every night. He leaves before the twins wake her up with their pleas for breakfast. All Kira wants to do is sleep. When she tries to rise it’s as if she’s shackled to the bed. She doesn’t do drugs, but sometimes wishes she could get her hands on something to wake her up.
On rare occasions her mother puts aside her romance novel, and pats the sofa for Kira to sit. These are sinister moments. Her mother encourages her to rest her head in her lap. She strokes Kira’s hair, tells her what a great kid she is, she doesn’t know what she’d do without her.
No shit, Kira thinks.
She’s all alone. Yet that’s her greatest fear. The twins don’t count. They’re no more than baby birds with their mouths open, chirp chirp chirping, waiting for her to drop some sweet tidbit down their gullets.
Her parents argue late into the night. And then it’s like that movie, Groundhog Day. The twins wake her. Still a child in flannel pajamas, she drags herself out of bed. But before descending to the kitchen she shuffles to her mother’s bedroom. Kira feels certain her mother, if she’s there, please let her be there, will wake to the sound of her heart pounding. She imagines her eardrums will explode from the pressure. At her mother’s door she closes her eyes. Slowly she pushes it open. Only then does she dare to look. Her unclothed mother is sprawled across the bed, an eye mask blotting out the light.
Kira allows her breath to escape, and turns toward the kitchen.