I look at the freshly cut fruit and the breakfast in front of me, and I eat. Never put a pregnant woman in front of food and expect her to not eat it. Mom looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“What? He said it was safe.” I say, and she shakes her head as I eat the food and drink a glass of water. Mom is looking around the room for something, anything, she can use as a weapon.
“The drawers.” I say as she rips the drawer open and breaks it as quietly as she can. The wood splinters and it’s jagged in a point and she looks at me and smirks.
I look at the TV and move to it. I see the cord and smirk.
“Mom, help me with that.” I say and she walks to me and she pulls the plug from the wall, then we pull on the cord and it snaps.
“The jugs.” She says, and I shake my head.
“No, they are plast
