Dialogue prompt.
"Your home is a wreck, you could have at least cleaned the bathroom."
"Had I known I was going to have guests at three o'clock in the morning, I'm sure I would have."
It was dark. Far too dark to be answering the bloody door. Why his mother had decided to invite herself around at such an ungodly hour was beyond him, but family was family, so he let her in. What harm could she do?
"Your home is a wreck, you could have at least cleaned the bathroom."
"Had I known I was going to have guests at three o'clock in the morning, I'm sure I would have."
"Don't sass your mother."
"Don't sass my flat, you don't live here." She visibly recoiled when I said that.
Silence. Silence was never good. She stared down at the floor, just like he used to do when she told him off. That's when he saw it, illuminated in the dull light still being given item the bathroom. There was a bruise on her cheek, and it was a lot more vibrant than they usually were.
She turned back to the door.
"You're right, I don't live here. I'm sorry, I have no right-"
"-what's wrong?" He cut her in before she could monologue. "Whats so important at this hour?"
"I'm leaving him. I was hoping I could stay here."
"You'd better take my bedroom," he said without a second thought. "It's the only clean room in the flat."
She smiled, just slightly.