A/N: hey guys. Sorry about the delay, I have been quite busy as of late. I have a busy year ahead of me (just so you know in advance) and so I may not update as regularly as I had originally hoped.

Also, If there are any errors in this chapter, I apologise, I have been forced to use WordPad as Microsoft Word is not working at the moment. So, I'll fix that at some point.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2:

"Parents?"
The word echoed throughout the house, bouncing from wall to wall. The glassy stares that she earned shimmered in the intense air that lingered between the three adults and the young child.

"Matilda," her father barked at last, "pack your things and come downstairs. It is time that this 'fun' sleepover comes to an end."

Her brown eyes widened, her small mouth opened slightly and her cheeks gained a red reflection.

"Matilda, go back to bed." Miss Honey then turned to the angry couple and said, with eyes burning, "It is the middle of the night. Removing your child from her bed for your gain is unfit parenting."

The girl made no effort in moving, she simply remained in silence, listening as the adults below argued for custody.

"If you do not leave my house this instant then I will be forced to call the police. That is your choice. You will leave with or without a struggle."

The mother moved close to the teacher, her breath heavy as she felt as if she was to explode at any possible time. Close up, she was even uglier. And brutal.

"Get the child to bed," she said, pointing her fat finger right at Miss Honey's nose, "and then we can discuss this like proper adults."

"Bed."

Matilda was shocked. Never had she heard her new mother speak with such a tone and it momentarily allowed her to protest.

"But-"

"Matilda, I was not asking you to argue. Bed. Now." she said firmly but added a softer "please" after catching her anger.

The young girl moved sadly back to bed, still concerned as to what will happen to miss Honey and herself. She slowly sat down before moving her head back onto her pillow. She sniffed a bit, getting upset over the entire situation but she snuggled down and was soon asleep.

Downstairs, trouble was lingering, prodding everyone with its slick touch.

"We want our daughter back."

"Why?"

"She is our own flesh and blood."

"And yet you were willing to give her away so easily, weren't you?"

"You know nothing of our family, girl."

"I know enough."

"We will have her."

"Very well and do bring a lawyer with you in the morning, you'll need one at this rate."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard. Now, please leave, we can discuss this in the morning when you have calmed down and are capable of acting like mature parents."

Without allowing them another word, miss Honey found herself pushing them out of the front door with hand gestures and then slamming the door behind them. Thoughts swam around her brain and she pondered over what was best for Matilda.

What is best for Matilda?

She sunk down to the floor, her back leaning upon the wooden door. She placed her head in her hands and began to weep quietly, her heart aching for the child who she loved with every piece of herself.

She would not let them take her.

There you have it. I think this chapter was a bit rushed and for that I do apologise, the next chapter will definitely be better, I just wasn't entirely sure where to take this chapter and how to get from here to what I have planned for the next. Apologies.