"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL f**k?!"
I jumped up at the sound of my mother yelling, stepping in front of Sarah as I did.
"ELIZABETH ROSEMARIE SPECKLE."
I had never heard so much rage in her tone before. I stared at her, unable to think about my next move, terrified of what my mother might do.
"You f*****g dyke w***e!" my mother roared as she grabbed my wrist and threw me to the ground. "I swear to f*****g God when your father hears about this."
She pulled her phone out, but Sarah slapped the phone from her hand.
"Who the f**k do you think you-"
*SLAP*
My mother's words were cut short as she stumbled backwards. Sarah raised her hand a second time, but I managed to grab it before it came down again.
"Sarah, don't."
Sarah's body heaved with rage, her hand shaking in mine, ready to pummel my
