MY TABOO STEP DADDY
“All bark and no bite makes Tristan a madman. Oh, I forgot they called you Mad-bishop. A man of God who sold his soul to the devil.”
“Just to get back at you,” Tears; angry and bloodshot rims Tristan’s eyes. “How many turns did they take? How many slashes did she suffer? How loud did she scream before being silent?”
I rise to my feet. “Mom, what’s he talking about?”
Mom doesn’t answer. Her throat bops around a swallow, and she looks away.
“The woman you call your mother ordered…. she was innocent,” Tristan barrels toward Mom, snatches her fingers, producing a bolt cutter.