Fighting from defeat

But for now my darling, we need you to run as fast as you can.”

This time my mom spoke in a more audible voice but with agitation adorned on her face. As she spoke, I couldn’t help but wonder why they were both scared of him. The parent I grew up with, thought me to face my fear and not to allow anyone treat me wrongly by always standing my ground, but with everything happening now, I can’t really tell if they are still holding on to their principles or has allowed fear to rule their mind.

“Mom… are you guys guilty of the accusation he made earlier? Did you and dad really kill his parent to take away their wealth?” I questioned in a very low tone with my head buried in between my legs.

A long pause silenced our conversation making it easy to hear the sound of our breath, every second counted as though it’s was decade. Several thought cladded my mind and slowly I began to question who I really was, I expected my parent to immediately interject, the moment I asked the question but ins