Authors Note: There are now two authors posting with this account. One is myself (pen name: Wonderfilled Oreo), and the other is my writing partner friend thing. This story is by both of us. She came up with all the ideas, i just wrote everything down,
Prologue
"Mom?" Raven called, a little surprised. Her mother should be up by now. She found a note on the dining room table. Grabbing a piece of bread and popping it in the toaster, she skimmed it quickly, the words stopping her in her tracks. Clutching the wooden counter top, she read it through two more times, three.
Gone?
The note said that her mother had left to chase after her father, who was only a few miles away. She couldn't believe it.
The cold wood of the counter top bit into her flesh as she gripped it tighter and tighter, but she didn't even notice. Mo will be here soon. He'll take care of you while I'm gone. Her mother couldn't have called Mo! Not after last time. He was. . . .
The front door opened, and in the doorway stood. . . Mo. Why him? "Mo?" Raven's voice was soft, uncertain.
CRACK!
Raven's face stung from Mo's palm.
"You are to call me 'Sir', remember?"
"I'm sorry, Mo. But I'm afraid I don't," Raven raised her chin defiantly, her cheek still stinging, worried about how angry Mo would get this time. . . .