The New Home

The New Home

Breaking glass shatters my thoughts.

“Who’s there?”

Silence. My heart is drumming, reverberating inside my head. Why are they torturing me? Grabbing Steve’s baseball thingy, I creep towards the sound.

The cooking room, that’s where they are. I push the door open and catch her red handed. “Stay where you are, I’m calling the police!”

“Mum, it’s me, Claire. Put the bat away.”

“No, stop trying to trick me. You're here to -“ The words get lost somewhere inside my mind. Why can’t I remember?

“Oh, Mum. Let’s get you to bed. You’re just over-excited about your new home.”

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