Dominic stood looking at the angry expression on his mother’s face, she was obviously thinking the worst, before giving him chance to explain, like his family so often did. He felt his body tighten in anger and did not say a word.
Lena snarled slightly, as she pointed to the ground where there was no space, it covered by the things he still needed to pack and the things he had already packed. "Dominic. I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing?" her eyes flashing dark.
"Oh." Dominic glanced with no reaction, simply shrugging, not willing to rise to his Mom’s temper. and said, "Moving." The next second he walked back to the bathroom.
"Moving?" Lena stormed over, anger evident on her face. "Moving to where exactly? And you didn’t think to tell your own moth
