I Dont Know We were siting at a small wooden table. My husband sat across from me as we ate breakfast. We were at his parents house. This always made me a bit uncomfortable because I always tried to be on my best behavior so his parents would like me. A flicked a piece of scrambled egg around my plate as I pretended to eat. "So what are we gonna do today?" I asked my husband sheepishly. He could tell I wanted to go home. "We'll probably just stay until 5 and then we'll take my mom to the store, drop her back off here, and then leave from there." "Ok" I agreed. This gave me comfort because I loved my husbands mother as if she was my mother. I felt comforted only for that short moment when I heard my father in-laws bedroom door creak open. The sound startled me. He crossed the room quickly and took a coffee cup out of the cabinet above the sink. He closed the cabinet door loudly and stared sternly in my direction. "Morning dad" my husband said confidently. My father in-laws gaze did not turn to his son. He was focused on me only. I swallowed roughly, anxiously waving my foot side to side under my chair. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, my father in law spoke. still staring intently at me he said "good thing my son knows how to acknowledge me when I enter a room, unlike Ariana". He slammed his coffee cup down on the kitchen counter and poured coffee into it, never taking his eyes off me. I winced as he slammed the coffee pot back onto the base. I could feel the anger rise in me. "Don't say anything" I spoke in my mind. "Don't reply, whatever you do, do reply. Just let it be." But I couldn't. The words slipped from my mouth as though they had their own conscience. "Why should I acknowledge your presence when you don't even care for mine" I mumbled angrily. I continued staring at my plate and braced for the terror to come. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" My father in law shouted at me. He was practically foaming at the mouth. His voice shook the entire house. I flinched for a second and then I jumped up from my chair. The chair scraped the floor as I threw it out from under me and it fell over onto the ground, letting out a loud clacking sound. I had my hands over my eyes to cover my tears that started pouring out. My eyesight was blurry but I knew where the back door was by memory. I could see my husband had gotten up as well but more slowly and he was making his way towards me but I had already started running for the door. I ran blindly and blurry eyed, trying to blink back my heavy tears but it was no use. I felt the doorknob in my hand, turned it and pushed against the door with all my weight. I fell halfway down the door with my knees on the cold wet ground that was covered in moss and leaves. I clumsily, regained my stance and continued stumbling forward, still blinded by tears. Midway out the front yard