CHP 18 - A Little Rebellion

She had fallen asleep in the chair next to him and fallen into a sleep that was filled with accusations and yelling from every angle.

Tart! Mathew called her. With condemnation in his eyes.

Loose woman! A shameless, loose woman! Her mother-in-law shouted so viciously her veins seemed as if they would pop out of her neck.

I did not raise a daughter like this! Her mother shouted. I raised a proper lady, her mother’s face twisted in her disappointment. Not a disgrace like you! Go back to your husband and seek forgiveness!

Then she was spinning again. Farther, farther away and she seemed to be looking for something. For someone.

Amara? She was not sure. There seemed to be someone out there waiting for her. Maybe, she wouldn’t be a disgrace to that person. Maybe she wouldn't be a tart. Maybe he wouldn’t call her loose and shameless.

He?

She jerked awake to a sound close to her and she was blinded for a while by the glare of morning light that penetrated through the windows. The sky