“My name isn’t Skye, I am Lyndsay and you all are brainwashed idiots,” I shouted as I breathed heavily. I barely saw his fist until it connected with my jaw. I landed on my butt crying out at the new pain.
“You need to handle her brother,” Georgie yelled, he was furious.
“I WILL,” Clyde shouted back.
“Christopher, it’s time you learn about lashings. Grab Skye and take her out to the barn, I’ll be right out.” Christopher grabbed both my biceps and led me out the back door, I was still breathing heavily, almost transfixed by what I had done. I hadn’t even thought twice, and in front of all the children. What was I turning into?