disturbia

a hybrid of my childhood home and the house we moved to when I was a teen...I am in the backseat of a car with two of my siblings; in the front is my mom and her abusive ex boyfriend. I am stupefied that she is back with him. I don't know where we are going, but I want out. I pretend to fall sick, and even go so far as to fake vomit into my hand. My little brother is asleep beside me. We get to the house and I find that none of the light bulbs work. I can only find one lamp that provides illumination. I find my mom curled up on a bed in what was once my bedroom with my older sister. She is looking for a phone number; I tell her we have to fix the lights and get the jerk out of our lives. Once I appear determined to get to work she sets her number book down and seems to decide that she'll let me take care of matters. I am disgusted. I go to work though and decide that I am leaving as soon as I finish; if she screws up at that point it's all her problem.