~Alison
My hand circled tightly around the soft white cloth which I had picked from the floor after Daven snatched his hand away from the doctor's. I got home and pushed open the door.
I was about to take another step forward when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder forced me to halt abruptly.
I turned back to see the seething face of my stepmother, Rachel. "Where do you think you're going, rat?" She asked, anger dancing in her eyes.
I didn't need this right now.
"Let me go." I tried to move away but her grip was firm and her nails were starting to dig into my skin.
"Why?" She asked, rhetorically. "So you can run away with all the money you had made from the Cross?"
I gasped softly. "How —"
She hissed. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"
I blinked not having the right words to answer and still reeling from shock.
"Where is it?" She asked, whilst touching me and trying to put her hands into my pocket.
