Eighty-One

Paige’s POV

“Mum, mum” I called out from the sitting room panic filling me as I was greeted with silence, it was only a few minutes past 8 pm, she wouldn’t have gone to bed so soon.

“Mum” I continued yelling heading towards her room but I stopped in my tracks when I heard hushed voices coming from down the hall where there room was,grabbing the closest flower vase I could find, I slowly headed towards her room trying to even my breathing.

“Mum?” I whispered as I got to the door, when I didn't get a reply, I took a deep breath before pushing the door preparing myself for the worst.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed, not expecting the sight before me.

“I didn't think you would be back for another hour sweetie, what’s wrong?” Mum quickly said sitting up from the bed where she lay with Dad, no soothsayer was needed to know what they had just done, their littered clothes were enough evidence.