"Erm...where exactly are we going?" Mrs. Brunson asked in confusion as the car passed right by her street. "My house is that way." She pointed behind them. " You just passed it."
"We know we just passed it, mom," Ethan answered her before Hermes found himself in an uncomfortable corner.
"But why?"
"Because that hell hole is not your house." Ethan almost growled his answer and his mother shrank from the anger in his voice.
"Sorry, mom. It's just that I have bad memories of that place and home isn't supposed to leave scars. Especially, the mental kind." Ethan said lowly and his mother hugged him whiles whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
The Protectors pretended to not be interested but were gawking at the show of affection between mother and son. Mr. Twist almost missed his mother as he saw Mrs. Brunson bathing Ethan with kisses.
