Chapter 13

POLLEN’S POV

Finding his home was as easy as cheese, but no one warned us about the security men hoarding the premises. I stood at the corner, too ashamed to say a word as Mother fought the gigantic guards protecting the entrance.

“You have to let us in!” My mother wailed, pushing against the guards, but none of them paid her any attention.

They just stood there, stiff as rock. Her attempt at pushing past the guards to reach the gate and making loud noises made me cringe. When her attacks became unbearable, they tossed her back at every attempt to reach the gate.

She kept screaming and cursing, so I held my breath in the corner until she took a recess—Patricia never retreats nor surrenders.

She took a few steps away from them before looking at me, “Don’t just stand there! Help me out!” She beckoned me to move closer.

“Look at her!” She said to one of the guards, who didn’t look like he gave a hoot.

“Do you know who she is?”

“No, mother. Don’t do this to me,” I begged, m