Tears

“He was going to her after work, he was sleeping with her!” Ellie’s mom said to her. Ellie didn’t look at her, and just played with the baby.
“I don’t want to hear this,” Ellie said, still not looking up.
“Stop bringing us into it, you bring me and the baby into it. This is between the both of you, so please leave us out,” Ellie told her.
Her mother didn’t say anything and left the room. Ellie held the dog so the baby could pet it.
“Puppy,” Lauren said. Ellie smiled sadly at her, she was sorry for her, she was sorry for herself. It was hard to believe that an innocent child like Lauren would grow up into the harsh world that was reality. Ellie knew how better off people were being ignorant. Ellie had lived in a world of make believe when she was younger and lingered in it even when she was past the age for dolls and toys. Yet even those days were filled with the same dark cloud that perturbed her life even then. Her mother.
Ellie had always known that if her mother died she would not shed a tear. How could she? The abusive and domineering woman was not a mother in any way except the title. It had even come to a point in 6th grade and that she wished her mother would just not come home from work. Ellie used to sit in her room by the window, watching the sky grow darker and she’d wish that her mother would just not come. That perhaps police would later come and say they were sorry because she had been in an accident, and perhaps in great irony she would have died with a hand over the heart that had no feeling. But even when her mother did not appear at home for hours past when she should have, she would arrive. Ellie even cried at her window after a particularly bad incident had occurred, that ended with her mother yelling and hitting and telling her how worthless she was. Ellie would pray to god that he would save her, save her from the woman that made Ellie hate herself, all the while tears streamed down her face.
In 7th grade it became worse. Since Ellie and her mother had moved there in the middle of Ellie’s 4th grade she had made two best friends. They were there for her and lived close by. But at the end of 6th grade their parents had to move, and Ellie was left alone. With none of her friends and still her mom, Ellie felt even worse about herself. She had thoughts of how if she died no one would care, and her mother would be able to put on a big act of sadness and exploit people’s sympathy to no end. Those thoughts became constant weights dragging her down in the sea of tears she cried.
And now, Ellie was not much better, she did have her baby sister to love though, which took away some of the sting her mothers scorn bestowed upon her.
“This has been going on for two weeks, I talked to the woman. He would go after work for an hour to see her,” Ellie’s mother reentered the room. Ellie picked up the baby and kissed her cheek, she knew her sister would have to go through the same tragic life she went through, and it just about broke her heart.
“Come on bring the baby to the car, we have to go,” Ellie’s mom said.
“Cant she stay here?” Ellie asked her. She didn’t want her mother to be near Lauren when she was in a bad mood; she wasn’t above being mean to a toddler.
“No,” her mother said and left the room. Ellie reluctantly picked Lauren up and carried her outside, trailing slowly after her mother.
“You know that showing him I put single on my myspace caused problems, you caused problems because of that,” Ellie’s mother turned on her.
“I’m not the one who put single, you are,” Ellie said pointedly, she detested myspace, all it breaded was jealousy and hatred.
“But you shouldn’t have shown him that,”
“I’m not the one who put that, this isn’t my fault,” Ellie protested.
“It partly is your fault, if you hadn’t shown him that there wouldn’t be so many problems,” Ellie’s mom accused. Ellie remained silent as her mother continued to blame her. Once Lauren was strapped into her car seat and Ellie had hugged and kissed her goodbye, Ellie ran inside without another word to her mother. She went to one of the bedrooms and threw herself on the bed and just screamed, into the mattress and let more tears pour from her eyes. Tears were her only constant companion no matter what happened.