You can't force her.
Kate's POV
“What do you mean by that?” My brother asked and I shook my head.
“I can't believe that you will have the guts to lie to me. Every day, I keep seeing reasons to hate you, and you keep presenting them to me. I hate you, all of you and I wish you rot in hell,”
My mother's face darkened with anger. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, I should be asking you that question,” I said as I tried to walk away, but the next minute, I felt a hand dragging my hair. I tilted my head to the side and saw that it was my brother.
“Let go of me, you punk,” I hissed as I tried to get his hands off my hair, but he held on tightly. I could feel my hair pulling from my scalp. The pain was more than enough reason for me to become pissed.
Using the technique that Prof
