Hide and Seek
There was a sound, a loud banging at the bedroom door, as though someone was closing a car door in quick succession, over and over, and screaming, ‘Mary! Mary! Open up you fucking bitch!’
Mary didn’t open the door. She was too busy trying to hide her feet under the skirts of her long evening gowns. It was like hide and seek, only when she was a kid her nose wasn’t pissing out blood, and she wouldn’t end up dead if the seeker found her hiding place.
There was a sound, like the crash of a door being forced open.