67. No Food for You

Frida

"Where are you going?" I ask my parents as I see them hurry out with bags in their hands.

"We are going to stay at our cabin in the mountain until you sort this mess out. I don't know what the hell you plan on doing with Stanley, Frida. Keep him or let him go, but your mom and I had enough of this nonsense," Dad says sternly.

"And how do I know you won't call the police on me, Dad," I ask him.

"We don't want to lose another daughter, Frida. We just want to go away for a while," Mom says.

I look at them both, torn between my trust for them and my fear of being alone with Stanley.

"Listen Frida, we won't call the police on you. We want to believe that you are old enough to make your own decisions now," Dad says earnestly. "It's just that things have become too complicated for us and we need some time away from this place."

My parents walk towards me and give me a firm hug. I can feel their love, so strong against my body. It's true; they love me no matter what happens.

"Go ahead t