Rotten

On a tall red sofa lay an even taller figure with her bare feet on the armrest and the other, which still had a heel, to the side of the couch. Her glistening red hair scattered across the other arm of the sofa, barely hanging above floor level.

The buttons of her white shirt sprawled open, revealing a dark crimson brassiere with a loose tie casually hung across her shoulder. Her left hand was over her eyes while her right lay on the sofa's head, and a tired groan slipped from her lips as the melancholy of the pristine room sipped into her mood.

"Terrence… Terrence… Terrence…" Her left hand reached out to the bottle of wine, which she gulped down greedily, nearly choking to death in the process.

She stopped coughing and continued calling out to the man until she gritted her teeth and smashed the now-empty wine bottle on the wall across the room.

She sighed.

"Ungrateful bastard, how dare he…" she slurred, "do that to Father?!"