I pace around my bedroom, fuming.
I wish I could wrap my hands around that spoiled brat's neck. She really thinks the world revolves around her. I'm so angry that I could spontaneously combust. She deliberately made me look weak and clumsy. I'll get her back for this. One way or another.
Lorenzo is watching me with his arms crossed. "You're going to wear a hole in the carpet. Just calm down."
"Your sister is a b***h!"
"I know."
I stop and run my hands through my hair. I want to say more, a lot more, but I bite my tongue. Despite everything, she's still his sister. Also, I should say all this to her face, not to him. He doesn't deserve my anger. Although I am upset that he didn't tell me about my grandfather's attacks.
"I'm sorry," I say. "I shouldn't be taking this out on you."
"It
