Stone Circle vittorio

nothing in laurel's demeanour suggested she cared for the boy before her, and merrick's bitten ears begin to heat with the low pulsation of a darkening hatred. she had never loved him. she had taken indra away from her child, and while he had loathed his mother for going along so easily, it had first been laurel who led her astray.
and now she had delivered the news of her sister's death, then set her tongue to spar with his response.
merrick wondered what he would have done had the inner mechanics of his mind worked properly. this might have well  shattered him. 
good thing he was already broken.
the rage beat behind his tongue. he wanted to scream at her, rip at her eyes and mouth until she looked in any way different, until she looked as though she had some semblance of care for him. but she didn't. she never had. "i waited a long time, aunt laurel," merrick choked, the act continuing though he had begun to find it difficult. "i ... was so alone."