46 Running with the wild things

Faint sounds of water dripping can be heard, the leaves clashing and the strong wind that is howling. She slowly opens her eyes with a blurry sight, the unfamiliar four cornered wall was lighted with a torch. She was held captive. Last night, an intruder appeared in her room, it was her foster brother whom she cut ties with.

“Welcome back home, sister.” The disgusting face that she hated since she was young, that face that makes her blood boil.

“You, how did you enter?” She is on guard, this man in front of her was that young boy who would bully her, hit her on the face and grab her hair if she didn't do his assignment or any of his orders. The painful memory of her living with them is a nightmare she escaped from.

“How heartless, is that why you told mom you would cut ties and won’t send money anymore?” She look