Three Years Ago
The Narrator
"Get out! Leave my house!" Davina's aunt screamed, shoving her toward the door.
"Your wench of a mother left nothing before she died, and since you can't even find something meaningful to do with your life, why should I feed you for free?"
Davina's eyes narrowed in anger. "Aunt! Did you just say I ate your food for free? You stole my family's wealth and squandered it on drugs! How dare you accuse me of living off you?"
The woman scoffed, her eyes dark with rage. "I'll kill you if you ever come back here. Now, get out!" She slammed the door in Davina's face.
Davina dropped to her knees, hurriedly gathering her scattered belongings. Tears streamed down her cheeks. This was her life ever since her parents died—her aunts had taken everything they left for her
