“Micah!” Briar shouted, trying to get to the boy but the woman held him in place. Pinning him down without using too much of her strength, while she smiled manically.
No matter how hard he tried to struggle, the woman’s strength is no match for him and all the boy could do is watch helplessly as the unknown person continued to walk to Micah, who was struggling on the ground like a writhing worm.
“Why are you doing this?” The boy asked, turning to the woman nothing but anger written all over his face. “He is your nephew! He is your blood! He is your family!”
“Why?” The woman asked, raising her eyebrow at him. Smiling manically, she leaned down so that she was only a couple of inches away from the boy. Whispering in his ears, she said, “Why do you think? I hate him obviously.”
“You wo
