Mama looked at us both, me standing above my stepdad with blood dripping down my face, him laying on the floor holding his own nose. She was sobbing of course, her reaction whenever I disappointed her. I disappointed her a lot.
“Sorry, Mama,” I said as I looked at Gary on the floor. His stomach was exposed as he lay there so I kicked him, not hard but hard enough.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again,” I told him, and I walked out the door.
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