Sister opposes mother

Mark left for school earlier than Veronica did the next day, so she quickly ushered him out of the house and prepared for a one-on-one conversation with her mother. This time, mother was sitting quietly on the couch, watching TV with a bored face. She was wearing a red nightgown, in fact a thigh-length tank top with thin straps. She was holding what looked like a toy gun, but it looked very modern. Veronica stepped in front of the TV and looked her in the eye. Her mother looked up at her, and it was filled with anger and dislike. And it wasn't because she was blocking the TV, it was clearly not their loving mother. Before Veronica could begin, her mother interrupted her.

"I'm so sick of you bitch. Let me live the quiet, carefree life of this whore! How unlucky for me that she has children..."

Veronica's eyes widened at what she heard. She couldn't comprehend or believe what she was saying.

"You don't understand what I'm saying? Although you don't have to... "- she slowly got up from the sofa and pointed the gun at her daughter – "It's just that you've already annoyed me, I didn't want to do this"

Veronica felt that it wasn't a toy gun after all. She was athletic enough to react, and years of tennis training had greatly improved her reaction time. She focused her attention on the finger that was pulling the trigger. Mother pulled the trigger and a white beam of light shot out of the muzzle. At the last moment, Veronica swerved out of the way.

"Damn it!"

She pulled the trigger a few more times but nothing happened. The gun couldn't fire too often, it needed time to reload. Before she knew it, Veronica was already close enough to kick her in the stomach. She didn't feel any remorse. She knew it wasn't her mother anymore. The gun flew out of her mother's hand, and Veronica also caught it in midair and pointed the muzzle at her.

"Just move and I'll shoot you in the leg."

"You bitch! Give it back!"

Her mother leapt off the couch and onto Veronica. Veronica still thought it was a gun with ammo, so she aimed it at her hip and fired. The gun was already loaded and the beam hit the target. Her mother fell right on top of Veronica, and she was about to push her away when she saw fear and despair in her eyes.

"N-no! Please! I..."