Nina
Screech!
The insistent screech of my alarm clock felt less like a wake-up call and more like a declaration of war. It jolted me from a restless sleep, the remnants of the little shreds of my dream being torn apart with every breath of my name. I knew what awaited me downstairs: the linoleum battlefield and my mother, General Sarah.
I dragged myself out of bed, the cold floor a rude awakening to the tense events that had transpired, right here in my room.
Vince.
I breathed. If only I could emancipate myself from this household. Then, whatever hold that cursed mate bond had upon me would be numb. If only I could.
Every creak of the floorboard felt amplified. It almost felt like a potential landmine waiting to trigger another explosion. I showered quickly, the lukewarm water doing
