A Star for Bright
Jade’s POV
A Year Later
“Yo, bitch! Keep that thing quiet, would’ya?! We’re trying to get some damn sleep!”
The boss lady’s voice cracked through the stale prison air like a whip, filled with venom and exhaustion.
Bright wouldn’t stop crying. Again. My heart raced as I rocked him, whispering sweet nothings I hoped would soothe him.
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded gently, but my apology was met with a pillow flung straight at my head.
“Don’t be sorry! Just shut that thing up! Geez!” she hissed, pulling a thin blanket over her ears, her face twisted in annoyance.
The harder I tried, the louder Bright cried, his tiny face scrunched up in discomfort, his small fists clenched in fear.
“That kid is losing it!” she snapped, lifting another object—this time a plastic cup—aiming right at him.
“Hey!”
Stella intercepted the throw just in time, shielding me and Bright like a mother bear.