Summary Of To Kill A Mockingbird Chapter 8 Novels & Stories

He starts to reach for my gloved finger, but I move faster, taking a pin from my dress and aiming for his neck. He catches my wrist, laughing, and he takes the pin, tossing it toward the wall behind me. A sharp cry catches my attention and I see that it has been buried into my maid’s shoulder. Even the musicians have stopped playing. My eyes widen, and I start to ask her if she is alright, but Atticus grabs my chin, forcing my gaze back to him. “Do not play these games with me, dove. I don’t like them very much. There’s a maid for every act of defiance you put up, and from what I have seen, you’re the kind to care for their mortal lives.”

Growing quiet, I wait as Atticus takes me in with an unreadable expression, and when he finally nods and gets up, I feel like maybe we are slowly going back to how we were. “You heard the lady,” Atticus says, kneeling in front of August. “Either you give us answers or I’ll make your death long and painful. What do you say?"

"Bad men? What bad men? Where are you? What happened?" "I don't know!" I sobbed. "We were at the library and the bad men came and Mark was fighting them and they took Mama and Scout got thrown and she hit me and I fell down the big hill and now I'm at the bottom and it's so dark and cold and everything hurts and I can't find Mama!" "Oh my God. Oh my God." I heard her moving really fast, like she was running. "CHLOE! CHLOE, GET IN HERE NOW!"

might have been the start of a much darker experiment. END OF CHAPTER 8…

Third Person's POV Atticus looked at the people they passed while walking down the hall. He took note of how large the pack house was. The hall leading from the stairs all the way to the back door was long. There are doors all along the hall and Atticus wondered what they were for. The back door flies open and two little boys come racing in. Atticus watches, surprised as the children scream and giggle as they run down the hall while being chased by a small Omega with white hair.

The neighbors were already outside, eavesdropping on the commotion. "What?" I halted right in the midst of it all, shooting them an angry glare. "What are you gawking at now? There's nothing left in there. Those two young girls are---ar---re all shattered. I endured torment after torment for something I didn't do, while you all, dirty-mouthed folks, just spread baseless rumors. You accused an 18-year-old of ensnaring a full-grown man while he reveled in his life to the hilt," I screamed, my face turning crimson. They all averted their gaze when Atticus emerged from the house with a shovel in his hand. "And the other on---e," I whispered, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Because I loved it. End of Chapter 8