"Mama, PLEASE!" Shine slamming around inside her head like a fly against a closed window, Josie whisper-yelled up at Puck in some kid's luxury treehouse. "Let me up!"
"Fuck off, Oreo!" Mama hissed down at Josie, ears flattening backwards, "Find your own hiding place or call Uncle Mike and let HIM bail you out of this mess! Leave me out of it!"
"My phone's in the truck! Call Uncle Mike. Call 999! That dude killed Brian and Tim like it was nothing, and we're NEXT!" Josie whisper-shouted.
Puck's calico tail twitched, eyes slits, "Don't tell me what to do." She hissed back.
Sweating in spite of the cold, Josie looked down and behind her, "Mama, PLEASE! What IS wrong with you? LET ME UP!"
Puck's pupils were huge, "Fuck off!"
Josie tried climbing high enough up the ladder built into the big tree to be able to push past her uncooperative mother. Sounding like an angry can of Cheez Whiz, Puck swiped at her, claws out. Ducking, Josie let out a muffled squeal as they grazed her face.
Look. Up.
Josie froze, eyes nervously tracing the path of a feather drifting past her in the falling snow, an inky black one.
Josie!
Josie whispered. "Mama... he's right above you."