You hurt her, didn’t you?” My voice trembles. The tears that spill down my cheeks burn with the same white-hot rage racing through my veins. I grab his wrist with my other hand, bending with all my might.
His face flashes with contempt, then fear. His grip loosens on my hand, but I don’t let go of him. “You,” I snarl, “you beat her. She trusted you! She gave everything to you, and you hurt her! My mother.”
“She deserved it,” he hisses. “She had a mouth on her, just like you do. I was only trying to set her straight. And after a while, she realized it was in her best interest…that she made me do it.”
He glances down at his wrist, his face turning pale as I sink my fingernails into his skin. “You’ll understand as you get older that I’m only looking out for you.”
Looking out for me? I dra
