Locked and Stocked.

I toppled and turned into a fit of laughter as I watched my father hit into the pillows head first. . .

"Get down from their young lady!" My father yelled as I continued to laugh in his face. Turning on to my side I crashed on to the floor. My father caught my wrist and pulled me up to face him. "What?" I challenged. 

"You do that every again, and by god, I'll disown you." 

"Good, don't you think that's what I want you, you, silly little man!" 

"How dare you speak to me like that!" I was slapped ferociously across the cheek. I stepped back, "Arg!" I yelped in pain. 

"If you ever use that curse again, I'll, I'll . . ."

"You'll what, father, you'll what?" 

"I'll take everything away, your whole existence, wait one more thing. You'll never learn why you have it, or what it can do." 

"That's a cruel trick father" he used my desire for knowledge against me. 

"Remember, your my daughter, I know you through and through." That was the undignified part, my father and I were extremely alike. 

"I remember though, if the choice was given I wouldn't" I muttered under my breath. He left the room. Behind him I heard the door slam shut and lock.  

My mother quickly entered, closing the door softly so it didn't make an noise. It was hours later after my father's little outburst. She ripped down pieces of Lynn down on to the floor in attempt to find my bed. I sat their and store at my mother dazed and confused. She looked at me with her wide eyes ushered me over to her. 

"I don't mean to sound rude, but, mum what are you doing in here?" 

"Going to get myself killed if your father realises I'm in here" She kept looking around anxiously as if my father was going to come through the door at any second. 

"So... What do you need to tell me?" 

"That gift"

"Gift? Father said it was a curse" 

"Curse? He would say that" she paused briefly using this so called gift to get the apple I hadn't eaten. She took a bite before saying, "It's far from a curse it's just the other family, well, they don't quiet like they're not the only one with gift. It's been conflict, for what I know of, thousands of years." I looked at her stunned by what she had told me. All I could think of was that someone somewhere was in the same situation as me. 

Before I got the chance to say anything or ask who they were my mother had disappeared from my room. She only left the ripped Lynn as sign she'd even been here.