There aren’t any words to describe how angry I am at my mother and I will not be able to sleep until I confront her about what I heard from Greenfield. I acknowledge that my father will not let that happen as long as he is around and I can’t think of how to get him out of the house. First I need to know if the queen is around, “I had already started cooking dinner, I have to check on the pots, excuse me but don’t go anywhere I will be right back,” father says. “Okay dad,” I nod even though I am so ready to bolt upstairs the minute he walks out of my sight.
“Mother we need to talk,” I burst into my parents' bedroom but there is no one there. “Uh!” I scream and throw a fist at the door. I quickly dash to check the bathroom as well as Matt’s bedroom but it looks like there is no one at home
