I was about to express my fretfulness but I paused remembering the country she was exiling me to.
Did she say Romania?
"Where in Romania am I going to live?" I asked my mother.
The evil smirk on her face vanished as her gaze narrowed. "Transylvania," she answered me.
I burst out into deranged laughter. "Isn't that Dracula's hometown, Mother? "
My mother didn't know how to react to me making a joke out of this situation. Her face was void of emotions and that was scary.
"Seriously, Mother out of all the places in Europe you chose Transylvania? I didn't know you were obsessed with Dracula," I hiss, flashing out my teeth in a gritting manner pretending it was vampire's fangs
My mother's clenching jaw made me close my lips putting a stop to my jester.
"You think this a joke?" Her expression was pinched. She badly wants to go in for the third slap. I'm not a dummy. I'm not going to let her hit me again.
