The boy James looked at its mother. He sighed and started to wonder inside his head when he would be able to hang out with his friends. There was something off putting about his mother and he could not yet know what it was. It was all so unusual and at the same time he wanted to reach out and ask her what was the problem.

She sniffles and sighed and then looked out the window from their kitchen and turned away as if frightened. He wanted to know and yet at the same time he was afraid of knowing. James I think it is time I told you something he heard his mother say as he quirked his brow and wondered what in the world did she want to tell him.

Your father is comming for me today. James and I want you to be ready to actually run away as far away as you can from here you hear me james . she quietly said as he stood up and wondered what could his mother be talking about. Mother I think you need some rest. He stated and his mother shook her head.

You must believe me Jim , I am your mother mother knows best. She stated as he truly did not believe a word she was saying. "No your a liar and I am not listening to any more of your madness" he yelled and yanked his arm away . he did not want to hear about this anymore it was dangerous enough that he thought his mother was crazy but this thing about his father comming to get her was absurd.

This mad woman had made him feel always on edge and worried and tired and yes indeed he cared for her but he did not want her to feel as if the mn who was her father was comming to get her it was absurd. Your mad Evelyn he stated as he had never called his mother by her name before but he was growing tired of her .

Tired, and afraid that was the critical conclusion that came into his mind as he did not want to.