Dodging the dishes my mother kept throwing at me after she found my hiding spot, I ran as fast as I could. As usual, my siblings had an entirely different agenda than letting me live to see the next day.
“Mother — he’s heading for the south kitchen!” someone yelled.
Crash snarled in warning at the betrayal. If I had my way, I’d make her skin purple for a year after this.
“Disgraceful child of mine — stand your ground!” my mother shouted, just as a fork flew past me and clanged into the brick at my feet. I wasn’t stupid enough to try and grab that weapon; I’d die before I could succeed.
I bailed — decided to make a run for my estate in the woods.
‘In this damn cold? Are you insane?’ Crash howled in my head, trying to stop me from fleeing. But if I stayed, I’d be murdered by my mother.
