Chapter twenty-nine
CAR ACCIDENT
The boy watched as nausea overc a me him. He pushed against the sick feeling in his stomach. His mother gripped the hand of his friend, dragging the knife across his right lower arm.
“ No, please. It hurts. No, please.” The blood dripped on the carpet as she faced her son with a grimace. She didn’t stop there. Pushing him back against the couch, she lifted his right leg, making incisions into the upper part. The tangy smell of blood caused him to run into the bathroom and vomit. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he rushed back into the living room, hoping his mother would stop. She put the knife down and fixed her steely eyes into his own. “Let this be a warning to you, boy. Never, ever ignore me or run away to this boy’s home again. Do it agai
