The meeting was over and all of the children scattered throughout the cornfield, heading back home.
Anika was dizzy with thoughts as she walked behind Mara, Cain lagged behind with his knife in hand. Boardman? They seriously must think I'm someone else.
It was cold out, the wind made chills run down Anika's spine.
They finally reached the house.
Mara said, "Do you want anything to eat?" as soon as they stepped inside.
I swallowed and murmured, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You are now part of the family so you should not feel nervous to ask for something if you're hungry."
"I'm not part of your family," spat Anika.
Mara paused and glanced at Cain. "Oh dear," she said, her small voice sounded as young as she looked. "I suppose we should have explained everything before the ceremony." For a moment, a look of amusement crossed Cain's face but it was replaced by a serious frown as he crossed his arms.
"I don't even want to hear it right now, please…" she said softly.
Cain's face flushed, "You'll hear it if I want you to hear it."
Mara sighed.
"You are a part of my family, not of the family of that disgusting aunt of yours," Cain hissed, slamming his fist against the wooden table.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY AUNT!" screamed Anika, "She's been more of a family to me than your GOD-FORSAKEN relatives have been!"
Cain gripped the handle of his knife then gently slid it out from the look of his belt.
The manic look in his eyes silenced Anika, who until then had considered saying something else. The knife hit the table and he advanced towards Anika, "You want to know what? I killed your pathetic Aunt. I was the sole witness to her last words and the last moments of her life. You're lucky I didn't make it painful for her."
Cain walked out of the room, slamming the kitchen door behind him. Anika picked up the knife and threw it at the kitchen door as she screamed. Then, she collapsed into tears on the white-tiled kitchen floor. Only feeling the coldness of the tiles, despite Mara's warm embrace around her.