Chapter Twenty one

Clara stopped at the door and turned around "here your phone" she said extending the phone to Helma. Immediately,she dropped the phone deliberately "oops it broke" she said with an evil smile and walked away. Helma picked up her broken phone and locked her door. She laid on her bed motionless. She had no words or no tears anymore. She laid down and allowed her tears flow down her cheeks. She never imagine it would be so difficult to cope with Clara.

Helma tried to sleep, she tossed around her bed for hours. She went downstairs to fix herself some warm milk to help her sleep. Helma stood in the kitchen turning the warm milk from the sauce pan to a glass when she noticed a huge shadow. Helma frightened, turned around to see the shadow. It was Donald. She sighed in relief. "Somebody is having trouble sleeping" Donald's deep voice echoed in the kitchen. "Make that glass two" he commanded heading to the dinning table.

Helma placed the two glasses of milk on a platter and walked to the d