Mother Gone Bad

 

 (Flash Fiction)

I can't allow them to get away with this ! She pulled back the covers allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness. How can they do this to me? I'm their own flesh and blood. I gave birth to them, damn it! Their mother for god's sake.
Her feet recoiled as the cold floor boards made contact with bare
flesh. She gripped the edge of the bed refusing to respond to the early
morning chill in the house, 

It wasn't even six am yet. Perfect ! There will be nowhere they can run to ! Silently she crept through the house. Not even the cat bothered to raise its head to acknowledge her presence. Well, that's loyalty for you. 

Shadows
clung to her. Dark circles lined her eyes. She moved slower now a days
then she used to. She was still capable of movement that's all that
mattered. Tonight, they would get what was coming to them. They had to
be punished. They must learned their lesson.

Returning

 

Whitney had just came back to town and claimed the ole homestead.
It wasn't what she was used to but then again it was a fresh start and
had belonged to her grandparents so she wasn't about to look a gift
horse in the mouth. She needed time to heal and from the looks of the
old place it could use a bit of TLC itself. Maybe together they could
make it something amazing.