I grabbed orange juice from the fridge and opened the top. I started to pour a glass knowing my mother could use the sugar in her system, but the bottle slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground.
I gasped, jumping back as orange juice got everywhere.
This time, I couldn’t hold back the tears.
They ran down my cheeks as I fell to the ground with the orange juice, letting myself break down because of the mess.
“s**t, Judy,” I heard a familiar voice at the kitchen entrance that led outside.
I whipped around and gasped when Ethan walked in, shutting the door behind him.
“What is wrong with you? Get up,” he ordered, forcing me away from the orange juice. I didn’t have enough strength to fight him or tell him off. I scurried away from the juice, as he grabbed some napkins and go
