Emily
“Gaby enough! I said no!” my mother shouted once. She screamed so loudly that little Eduard cried. “No one will look for that.....” he stopped.
The little innocent angel’s tears brought me back to life. I picked him up and carried him to his father, who stood like a statue, unable to believe that his wife had the strength to face his mother. I felt innocent but also incapable of ending this war.
“That’s it!” I said to the two of them. Only they weren’t willing to listen. They acted like I was just a doll they didn’t know where to put.
I motioned for Clark to take the boy away. He’d witnessed enough of the rough stuff for his age. He was terrified by the screaming, which didn’t do him any good. Besides, I wanted to do Clark some good. I wanted to be alone with my mom and my sister.
“That’s enough!” I yelled after everyone else in the room retreated. “I’m not an object. Look at me, I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions. Enough of your bickering. It’s pointless what you’re
