A Home Fit for Kings | King Family
“Ava, this place is trashed. Do you really want to stay here?”
“I guess not. We’ll move out soon.” Ava glanced around living room. “Is that dried vomit in the kitchen?” Ava looked past her sister and noticed a greenish sickly shade of yellow stained on the kitchen floor.
“I’m not looking back, I hope it’s not. we’re going to have to share a room… I’m not going to walk past that.” Zoey kept her gaze at her sister, avoiding turning her already upset stomach.
“There is mold everywhere. Should we wear masks? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” Ava didn’t sit all the way down on the couch, it was covered in some kind of grimy goo. “What are you sitting on?”
“An overly fucking disgusting pillow Ava. I’m going to have to burn my whole outfit after this.”