The knock felt like a skull-splitting explosion.

Irritated, I flung the door open. "Leave the food!"

Before I could see the face, a slap landed on my cheek. "Grace, what's wrong? Bullying Sabrina again?"

Antonio stood there, Sabrina behind him.

My eyes were red and swollen. Clutching the takeout, I hung mu head, too exhausted to speak.

"We searched for hours! Why didn't you say you were home? Trying to mess with us?" Antonio demanded, grabbing my neck.

I gasped for air, my vision blurring as his anger poured forth.

"Sabrina got soaked. If she gets sick, are you responsible?"

He threw me to the ground.

Sabrina, in her special yellow bunny-

eared slippers entered.

-

slippers I'd been scolded for wearing, only for him to buy an identical pair-

said,

"That's mine," I protested.

"Sabrina got soaked because of you. Let

smile

an apple pie." he

nose at my pie, declaring

her own.

subsequent comment — that I couldn't do anything

was the final straw.

My head throbbed.

the takeout over Sabrina's

shoved me

handing

before closing

stumbled to my feet, slapped him, and he pinned me against the wall, his grip

bathroom, wearing my pajamas,

bother

she said,

Pse she'd made countlesse

times.

smile offered a fragile

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