LadyRFC

Access denied. Restricted. Error. All phrases the front door, back door and window controls used to tell me that leaving wasn't going to happen. To remind me that my place was here and I had no say in the matter. To imprint into my brain the idea that the brand new beige carpeting in the hall, the lack of any pictures on the walls and the uncomfortable leather furniture in the living room was somehow home. It wasn't. It still had the smell of the carpet fibers, a light whiff of paint from the walls and the nauseating smell of disinfectant in the kitchen. Mother's idea of making it more livable had been to add the black leather mammoths that