Bad Feeling

“As you can see, I have enough company. But since you’re already here, answer me this. How long are you people planning to keep us here?” She settled the brush on the bed beside her and patted Trey’s head softly. He got up from the chair and quickly clutched the bedsheets, pulling himself up onto the bed. He then crawled into his mother’s lap and stuffed his face in her clothes. “Do you really think after imprisoning us like this, I’ll even consider staying in this stupid place? I want to speak to the Queen. I refuse to be treated this way!”

“Oh, your mother?”

“The Queen.”

“Why are you even fretting?” He eased off the wall and stepped closer so he could clutch the bars. The sleeves of his oversized shirt rolled up his arms. “The results from the test has already been announced, so rest assured that you’re safe.”

“That is not the point!” Her lips pressed into a thin line as she swallowed, “I said I want to leave! I swear to God if you people keep me here like this---"

He cut her off wi