Their Tears, My Sweet Revenge

the life I was leaving behind. I had to go back one last time to pick up my pass

s wr

ments tucked safely in my bag, S

oice trembling. She ran towards me, h

t on the edge of the rug. She let out a cry

e cried out, her fac

sy fake. I saw her cat

out of his study, his face a mask of fury. He saw Sarah on the floor, and h

ut and connecte

force of it snapped my head to the side, my

ime anyone had eve

into silence, the sid

g from the kitche

hing to Sarah' s side. "Are you crazy? You

y. "Are you okay, honey? Di

ou' re nothing but an orphan we took in! Do you have any idea how much we' ve

y father had passed away, but my mother was very mu

e image of the two loving brothers who had protected me my whole

washed over the shock. This slap, this fin

my voice quiet but clear

nsider this my repayment for all the

s seemed to infuria

g to his feet. "You' re damn right you don' t blame us! You

I didn' t do anything wro

!" David took a men

oy' s nose for calling me a name. He had come home with bruised knuckles and a proud grin,

ce, seemed to feel a flicker o

ghtly. "Olivia, look, things are tense. Why don' t you go to the kitche

ompletely out of touch with r

lat. "I haven' t been able to eat them for five

s. He had forgotten. After years of bringing me me

e the ultimate provocation for David. As

tched forward, out the open doorway, and landed face-first

face and clothes. The pain in my cheek

g in the doorway, their arms around Sarah, shielding her

a hand. They didn'

ally between them, they went back inside and

en, slowly, painfully, I pushed myself up. I pulled out my phone,

d my bleeding stomach looked at my bruised chee

amined my sprained ankle. "You really n

and the quiet hum of the hospital machine