Helanie:
Mom dragged me downstairs, away from the brothers and their father. Once we reached the living room, I sat down on the couch while my mother paced back and forth in front of me. I noticed how restless she was.
Did she live like this everyday?
Constantly anxious, always on edge, fearing she might have to bear the brunt of the brothers' anger? Before we could begin to reason, the tall and muscular Norman arrived. His presence was always commanding. Whenever he entered a room, everyone else stopped. My mother froze instantly as he passed us.
I caught a glimpse of the anger in his eyes when our gazes briefly met.
"Oh Goddess, Norman is here," my mother muttered, her voice trembling as if she was on the verge of tears because of him.
"Do you have any idea what's going to happen now?" she finally asked, her voice filled with dread.
