SHAWN
“Oh my God! What happened, Shawny!!!”
Miranda’s scream pierced the air the second I stepped into the living room.
She was sitting with my mother; they seemed to have been deep in a conversation I was too rattled to care about. I couldn’t even muster the patience for her fussing as she jumped to her feet and hurried over, her hands fluttering over my face, my arms, and my jaw.
I bit down the urge to bark at her to get away—to just leave me alone.
“Shawn, were you in a fight?” my mother asked, rising slowly.
I gritted my teeth, the memory of the day's humiliations flashing behind my eyes like a car crash. Every unimaginable, evil thing that had transpired today felt like a huge weight on my shoulders.
I stepped back, wrenching myself out of Miranda’s reach. She looked affront
