story continued 2/24/11

The door banged against the wall sounding like a shot, resounding off the walls, announcing AJ’s presence. AJ cringed knowing there was now no hope of escaping her mamma. Moments later she heard angry footsteps coming down the old wooden steps and a voice shouting AJ’s name. AJ’s face turned bright red and quickly she turned to shut the kitchen door. The footsteps loomed closer.

Spinning around she saw her mamma standing angrily in the doorframe. The harsh light from the kitchen contrasted with the low lighting from the hallway casting AJ’s mamma into a series of shadows and spotlights. The anger seemed to radiate off her.

 She was a petite women with skin still tanned from the summer’s sun. Mother and daughter bore a great resemblance from their dark hair and stature, wild spirit, often unpredictable temper. Now as the as the two versions faced off, one in anger, the other in guilt, in was almost comical to see how AJ resembled her mamma in miniature.

Striving to keep her voice even and not to yell, Nora Teller took a few deep breaths, but could not keep the tension from her voice when she asked through gritted teeth, “Anna Jayne Teller where have you been?!”

AJ refused to meet her mamma’s fierce dark eyes. Instead she noticed some dirt that was still stuck to her skin and clothing and began brushing it off. It crumbled under her fingertips and fell to the floor.

“Anna Jayne!”

At the sharpness it in her mamma’s voice, AJ looked up.  She met her mamma’s furious eyes then looked down at the mess she didn’t realize she had created. AJ took a deep breath and opened her mouth to explain about knowing she should have come when called and about the boy, but when she went to speak nothing came out.