But I'm not Dadda" Aspen whispered, fear still raw in her voice "Mummy's gone. She is dead."
Mr Thomas' eyes darkened and his grip on Aspen's chin until she thought her teeth would be torn from her gums. Then just as quickly as his grip had hardened , it was gone and instead whipping against Aspen's cheek.
"Liar" Mr Thomas spat, standing and walking towards the open door
The little monsters in Mr Thomas' are rattling the doors of the cagees.
Screaming for release.
Screaming for pain and death.
PS. I cannot take any credit for the beautiful artwork in my cover, but If anyone knows who it is please let me know