Runaway Home/Home at Last

The final installment in the Runaway Home trilogy! I would suggest reading at least one of the other two before this so this makes some sense.

Prologue as told by Armand
I still felt like I dreamed the whole thing, an angel taking care of me, if it weren't for the fact that my Maman had seen the same thing.

She started yelling about the witch girl, calling her demon and monster and many other things that I would never say about anyone not even Maman.

"But you're mistaken Maman. She's an angel." My voice spoke against my will. I knew Maman would be mad that I had snuck out and defending this person who she thought was no good wouldn't help matters.

"You! You have no right to talk Monsieur! Just go to your room and out of my hair!" And then she did something I will never forget.

My clubfoot still hurt, so I was moving even slower than usual and it made her even madder than usual. She raised her hand and slapped me across the jaw so hard I saw stars and stumbled backwards.

"Get your lazy butt into high gear!" She yelled, before marching away into her room.

There were really only two rooms in this place, Maman claimed one, and left all the stuff in the other, forcing me to go to the one that was pretty much the linen closet.

But at this point, I really didn't care. All I wanted was to be away from Maman so I could think about what just happened.

My days of pampering were over, and I was back into the cruel harsh reality of my pathetic existence. I looked into the small mirror I had in my room and noticed my bright red jaw. It hurt.

I couldn't help but want the angel to come back and take care of that, but I knew better. If she was an angel, she was gone for good, and if she wasn't an angel, well, I didn't tell her my name and I didn't remember asking her for hers.

I was pretty sure that I would never see hide nor hair of her ever again.

Thankfully this time, I was wrong...