You stare up at the two of them in horror before that tiny little voice in the back of your mind tells you to RUN!!!!!
So you listen to that part, and you dart off like a shot, looking over your shoulder the entire dash as you put as much distance between them and yourself as you possibly can. You run and run, the fear of what your mother is planning giving you more stamina and speed then you thought you had, though while you look up at the two of them, they seem less distressed and more amused.
"Oh look, he thinks he can get away." Your mother comments, then smirks. You begin to wonder what it is she's smiling about when you run into something. You look over at what you ran into and stare in horror at...
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