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Screaming, her eyes now wet with tears, "How dare you?" she struck me on the shoulder, missed my face, I guess. She went at it again, this time seemingly with more force and precision.
"Stop…," she voiced out, though I was confused as to whether she was pleading or commanding. She turned to Aunt Lena, her face frowned, "So that's what we're doing now, eh?"
I had her unable to move her hands and legs, she stood there, immobile, her eyes telling me she was wishing there was something she could do.
Aunt Lena made a face at me and I let her go. And just then, she launched herself at me, a fist to my lower ribs, and now tugging at my hair. In the maybe twenty seconds or so that she had to do all the damage, it hurt so bad that I screamed, and when I opened my eyes, Rachel was about
