~DAVEN
The voices came out as echoes.
"Tell him what he is, Madeline. Tell him what you had done to our son." My father's voice came.
"Stop it, Donald." My mother cautioned.
She closed her eyes and tears kept falling, rolling down her cheeks and staining her shirt. My father came to stand in front of her.
"Will you tell him, or should I do it for you?" He asked her. He had come in when I was questioning her about what it was that was wrong with me.
My mother's breath hitched in her throat. I just stared at both of them with my eyes narrowed in confusion.
Her lips quivered as she stared at me. Her lips opened and closed but no words came out.
My father sighed and then walked up the stairs, leaving my mother and I alone to ourselves.
I sighed and placed my hand on my waist. "All I want is to hear the truth, mother." I said gently, trying to get her to talk but she kept mute.
