BEATRIX
Beatrix watched the exchange in horror. The sorts of things Loren was saying to her mother, the Head of the Family, were blasphemous! Outrageous, unfathomable, completely and utterly stupid. Was he trying to get himself killed? Was he trying to make the situation worse? Did he not want to see any of them again? Because as far as she could tell or knew or could fathom, she had no choice in this. Zariah was her mother. She would go wherever she led.
And as her mother turned and gave her orders, Bea paled slightly, swallowing a lump in her throat. But she nodded – what else could a ten year old do in the face of Zariah’s wrath? As Zariah walked away, Bea glanced back at Loren sadly, wide brown eyes misty and lower lip trembling, before quickly following behind her mother.
And as her mother turned and gave her orders, Bea paled slightly, swallowing a lump in her throat. But she nodded – what else could a ten year old do in the face of Zariah’s wrath? As Zariah walked away, Bea glanced back at Loren sadly, wide brown eyes misty and lower lip trembling, before quickly following behind her mother.
I'm young and I love to be young
I'm free and I love to be free
To live my life they way I want
To say and do whatever I please
