MIRANDA
“You stupid girl!” my father shouted at me, pointing a trembling hand directly at my face, his eyes wide and bloodshot, his mouth literally frothing at the corners as his entire body vibrated with a terrifying anger.
“Have you seen what you and that useless boy have caused?! Do you have any single shred of a cognitive brain cell left in that skull of yours?! Do you know how this will affect my campaign?! What sort of degenerate, low-life daughter did I raise?!”
My mother immediately reached out to him, her fingers wrapping around his arms, trying desperately to calm him down, her voice a low murmur as she tried to soothe him just like she always did when his blood pressure spiked.
But this time, he shrugged her away, his chest heaving. He strode right back over to where I was
