My eyes were blurry from tears, my cheeks throbbing painfully. “Apologize to me,” Josephine muttered, leaning close.
I let out a weak chuckle through the agonizing pain in my chest, grinning at her despite the blood on my lips. “What if I say no?” It was hard to tumble the words out of my mouth, but I forced them out anyway.
Every part of me hurt so much, but I clung desperately to my pride, and I wasn't going to let Josephine feel like she had won.
“Apologize!” she demanded again, her face hardening in infuriated anger, and when I kept grinning, she suddenly reached onto the table and grabbed a pair of scissors. I didn't even know where she had gotten them from as she grabbed a handful of my hair and began sniping it off.
The strands fell to the floor, section by section, cutting the
