Ruby
"Mother?"
The word tumbles out of my tongue in a harsh whisper. It's dark but I immediately know it's her.
I stare in shock as she storms into the room, the gun gripped in her hand. She kicks the door close with her foot and bangs the switch on with the gun. Light spills into the room, making me squint.
Silence haunts the room.
She stands at the door, staring at us. Silently. A look of amusement mixed with anger stuck on her face.
Richard grabs my hand and squeezes it. A squeeze of reassurance. A squeeze of strength. A squeeze to make me feel better. But I don't feel better. Fear is what I feel.
Mother's eyes trail down to our hands clasped tight together. The sight of it seems to disgust her. Disturb her. She points the gun at our hands. She pulls the trigger.
We jump off
