Poured Out

Everything seeped out of her as she stood in the kitchen with tears pouring out of her face. Now, in the clear view of things, she saw that this was her fault. She had brought this upon herself.

She felt the tears rush down her face and she quickly used her thumb to clean it off, but another fell, and then another. She sat down on one of the chairs and buried her head in the palm of her hands. She realized that she wasn’t crying because of what had just happened, even though it had incited the tears, she was crying because of the things she had been going through back at home.

Alex sometimes wondered if her parents were her parents, the way they treated her and all, making her work nine hours every day and then taking her pay when they wanted. She thought back to the fact that they had wanted her to marry Alberto, a man twice her age, just because he was rich.

Furrowing her brows, she cleaned her face again, just as the kitchen door opened behind her. Her shoulders squared, and she