Silvertip Mountain Forgive me, son

Mason heard Zaria say his name but the concern did nothing to alleviate his feelings of numb disbelief. He could feel his insides bubbling uncomfortably. His Dad's words meant nothing to him. What was he supposed to say to this? Was he given an option? No effing chance. All he was being given was a decision - made without his input - to thrust another member into their family. A member he had hoped would join their family through an entirely different route. His daydreams were shattered.

June suggested Zaria being their mother and he felt a sharp twist to his gut, as though a claw had been thrust in and ripped him asunder. All of the acid which had been churning in his stomach gave a lurch. Zaria gave her reply (thankfully not calling herself a mother because she didn't feel that way apparently) but it was not enough. They didn't know the landslide of manure they had tipped over his heart. Suddenly the nausea became too much as he watched his Dad and Zaria gaze into each others eyes, all happiness and daisies.


With the very coolness of cucumber, Mason turned his back on his Dad and Zaria and began to heave his guts out.