Ronald
I couldn't let these women sway me off with their childish drama. I could barely afford to do the necessary to avoid nuisance.
Once they were settled in on the couch, I made my way up the stairs to the bed room, where I go the first aid box for Sophie.
When I returned, I could feel the tension between the both of them. I knew Madison wouldn't try to disobey me, neither would Sophie attempt to risk it either.
I carefully laid the box close to Sophie, who was favouring the right side of her head. I picked up the wool and ready to clean the open cut.
"I will help you." Madison interrupts, placing her hands gently on mine and a petty smile on her face.
How much more petty could she be?
"I don't need your help Madison, I am fine treating her." She stared at Sophie and all I could
