Frost (discontinued)

We're almost done

The fighting about my fate between the man and the woman became more common. The woman would always came into my room afterwards and talk to me for a bit. She seemed nice.
The man, on the other hand, became more violent toward the woman. He had went from insulting her to hitting her in only a few days. He'd said things during the arguments that sent chills down my spine. Things like, "we should just get rid of her. It'd be a lot less trouble for us." And, "the damned witch should be burned at the steak."
The woman would always tell him things calmly. Like, "she is our daughter. Normal parents wouldn't do that to their offspring, why should we?" And, "you'll never hurt her. She should feel safe near you. Not afraid."
The man never went through on his actions though. He'd always give me an icy stare. However, he never did a thing.
One day, I had gone to the old woman's cottage and asked her a question about their fighting. She hadn't knocked me cold this time. I found this odd.
She ignored my question and gave me an order instead of an answer. "I need you to get your mother's necklace for me."
Mother? An image of the woman's crescent shaped necklace popped into my head. "Why is that, ma'am?" I questioned the old witch.
"Well," she looked up from the blood red brew that she had been stirring. "You love her, don't you?"
I stayed silent and nodded shyly.
"I need it because it's important."
Important? Give me more information. I opened my mouth to say what I was thinking when she walked over to me. She then shoved me out of the door.
"Quickly," she said with a smile. "We're almost done."