“AUNTIE, PLEASE STOP! YOU’RE HURTING ME,” Blue pleaded.
Belinda grabbed the trash bin nearby and dumped its contents onto her crying nephew. Blue was now drenched in used tissues, the stench making him retch. He could’ve fought back, but he chose to let her vent all her anger on him. For Blue, if this was what would ease Belinda’s heart, he was willing to endure all the pain she could inflict.
“Get out of our lives! Don’t wait until you kill someone else again!” Belinda screamed.
“But Red still needs me,” Blue replied softly.
“Needs you?” Belinda scoffed before kicking him. “You’re the one who killed him! Don’t you feel any shame? Everyone blames you! Red died because of you! You’ve been a criminal since you were a child! Murderer!”
“What should I do for you to forgive me, Auntie?” Bl
