Violet's pov

The strong smell in the kitchen was enough to make me puke. The different spices combinations, the strong smell of unwashed bodies and burnt bread. I grabbed the hard sponge and began scrubbing the wooden table which was ladened with hard crested flour. I scrubbed till the flesh on my fingers started to peel away.

"Stop it." Rose barked, holding my hands away too roughly.

"I need to make sure it's all cleaned." I snapped back, tears spilling my eyes in frustration. I was damned ...