Eliza dramatically jumped behind my mother at the sound of my angry voice, and my mother looked up at me with anger blazing in her eyes.
“How dare you speak to us this way?” She said. “We’re cleaning out this room for Eliza. It is hers now.”
“But Mother! How can you throw all of my things away?” I cried, tears forming as I watched the last ties I had to my old life being cut, bagged, and disposed of. I didn’t notice my mother walking across the room towards me until I felt the c***k of her hand against my cheek.
I cried out in surprise and hurt, and found myself on the floor.
“I am not your mother,” she said harshly. “Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it out of you. You are an abomination, you should never have been born, let alone usurped the place that belonged to my rightful daughter. N
