You looked at Credence’s hands and saw what his mother had done to him. Disgusted by it, you turned to her, staring the woman angrily down. “How dare you?” You asked and stepped in front of her, but she stood her ground.
“Go home, little one.” You could see how she struggled to be nice to you with her tight smile. She always had hated you. “It’s not your business.”
“I always knew you were a crazy quiff!” You yelled and she gasped, shocked by your insult. “How dare you to hurt him? He does everything for you and how do you repay him? By being a horrible mother?”
Mrs. Barebone’s hands shook. “Didn’t your parents tell you to respect adults?”
“Yes, and they also taught be to stand up for others.” You took Credence hand in yours and pulled him with you, leaving the house.
“Credence! Come back, now!”
“[Y/N], mother will punish me when I come home.” Credence stopped suddenly, covering away from you. “She…”
“She will not. I will talk to my parents and you know, they like you. They’ll let you stay.”
“But…” He murmured and you took his hand in yours again.
“We will figure something out.” You said softly. “We find a way to get you out of her claws, and your siblings, too. No one’s deserves that unnatural woman as a mother.”