The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Anya was not pleased with the uncooperative Joey, who was in the cage. Her smile disappeared as she grew irritated. "I'm going to count to three. If you still won't look at me, I'm going to be very mad! One... Two..."

Before she could say 'three', Joey forced himself to raise his head and look at Anya timidly.

Anya was Joey's worst nightmare. She would always take out her anger on him whenever she felt unhappy. Although he could not remember every detail as he was a toddler back then, the mere sight of her could make his blood run cold. This horrible woman had instilled an instinctual fear in him.

When Joey finally looked at her, Anya put her friendly smile back on. She reached into the cage to stroke Joey's head. "Good boy. Who's the good boy? You are! Joey is Mommy's good boy!"

Her touch gave Joey the chills. He was downright terrified that she would suddenly strangle him to death.

"Joey, why are you looking at Mommy like that? Don't you miss me?" asked Anya with a smile.

He dared not say a word, let alone move an

yanked Joey's hair. "Hey, I was talking to you! Did

was a terror to the mind, and Joey began to silently cry. 'I'm scared! Mommy, where are you? Come

his best not to cry, but being a child after all-he could not hold it

only normal for a child to cry for his mother when he felt

he was calling for Corinne, Anya thought

off his tears, and said gently, "Joey dear, do you

talking about. All he knew was that his dread was

don't you call me Mommy again? Just one more time, then Mommy will let you out of