"M-mother?" I call with trembling knees while forcing myself into the position she has always wanted me to be. Hands glue to my side, feet jamming together, and head bowed. Cause I have a horrible stare that must not meet anybody's stare.
She rocks her rocking chair at the sight of me, a small evil smirk spreading on her wrinkled lips. She narrows her eyes behind her glasses and stares me down in the most disgusting way ever.
"What do you want filthy child?" She demands.
I almost got excited and look up cause she didn't chase me out of her sight, she was willing to listen, but I held that in and lick my dried lips.
"I-is being three weeks now, a-and I've done all my chores. C-can I h-have f-food?" I stutter.
Her smirk disappears. "Food?" She cackles.
"Oh, Darling you think thre
