104- Trauma

REBECCA

"Hello, Rebecca," the old man said with a grin and even had the audacity to wave at me. He was enjoying this; messing with my mental health and being a thorn in my flesh.

"How dare you show your face here?" I clenched my fists by my side and his face hardened all of a sudden.

The smile dropped instantly and he looked evil just standing there. The bars separating us would be oddly satisfying if he was in jail, charged for attempted murder and kidnapping.

I wanted this man locked up in a place where his money wouldn't provide him protection or comfort. He has taken my peace and I wanted him far away from me.

"Is that anyway to treat an elder? One can't even get some damn respect around here. First you turn my son against me, now you're shoving your attitude in my face"! He yelled, scolding me and I shook under the fury of his voice. The heavy scorn of his eyes could make anyone tremble and I began to wonder how Oliver dealt with this growing up.

It must've been worse for him sin