When Tough Love Kills
ack into the house. Every movement was excruciating. My legs were numb and
atching cartoons. He looked up at
he asked, his small voi
elt more like a grimace. "
y body refusing to cooperat
over and poked my shoulde
rds slurring. "There's... there
e filled a pot with water and managed to turn on the burner. I knew
Ryan," I ma
x of pasta on a high shelf. That's when it hap
pot. The boiling water cascaded down
d through the house. It was
eless legs across the floor. It felt like moving through wet cement. Ryan
could barely function. "It's okay, Ryan, it
rs fumbling with the screen. I managed to
nts wer
d water, at me on the floor beside him. He
" she screamed, h
she grabbed my hair and slammed my head
spittle hitting my face. "You hu
t the edges. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was m