Chapter Three: Home Life Part TwoMature

“Listen, I’ll cut you a deal.  If you come clean about where you were for the past few hours, I’ll maybe, just maybe, decide to save your ass.  If not, I guess you’ll just have to deal with being hit at the back of soaking wet legs.”  I grimaced.  In my household there was a penalty for everything.  If you forgot to go to the market for food: two lashes with a wooden stick, and if you even dared to not do your homework: two lashes of with a wooden stick, and you would have to scrub the bathroom with a toothbrush, but the worst penalty of all was for being late or for missing a curfew.  That required for you to soak your legs in very cold water and then proceed to getting them smacked several times with a wooden stick.  The only person I’ve even witnessed having that happen to him was my brother Airen.

      “Alright, I went to the tavern to talk to Mizzy about something.  There I told you.”  I murmured.  Katel’s eyes widened, expressing shock.

      “Are you out of your mind?  You could have been killed or raped or… oh only Piem knows what!  I suggest you get to bed now and away from me before I reconsider covering up for you.  Go, now!”  I got up off the floor and ran into my room, thanking Piem for saving me once again. 


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