Her voice trembled as tears streamed down
her face. “If you do a hysterectomy after I di I’ll let Jake marry you.”
Tiffany cried, a damsel in distress and Jake
held her in his arms like they were star-
crossed lovers.
My parents started crying.
“That’s right, Brittany. Tiffany doesn’t have
much time left, so you have to let her have
this, okay? Your Mom knows that maybe she
and Dad should have paid more attention to
you, so you could be less… stubborn.”
“You can come home and live with us so we
can make it up to you. You can give them the
house for now.”
“When a year is over, you can come back…”
I looked over at Tiffany and caught her
smirking at me, eyebrows raised like she’d
just won the lottery.
Like she was on top of the world.
SMACK!
I lost it, charged over, and slapped Tiffany
across the face as hard as I could.
Tiffany screamed, loud enough to break gla My parents and Jake just stood there, froze
“Brittany, don’t be so”
SMACK! I didn’t even let Jake finish his
sentence before I slapped him too!
Then, I went to the kitchen, grabbed a
butcher knife, and pointed it right at them.
My voice was ice, “Get out!”
Everyone was shocked into silence. My mom,
shaking, said, “I’m your mother! You
ungrateful brat!”
“Get out!” I yelled again.
I waved the knife around like a maniac,
chasing them out of my house. They were so
terrified that they actually shielded Tiffany.
Tiffany screamed, loud enough to break glass.
My parents and Jake just stood there, frozen.
“Brittany, don’t be so-”
SMACK! I didn’t even let Jake finish his
sentence before I slapped him too!
Then, I went to the kitchen, grabbed a
butcher knife, and pointed it right at them.
My voice was ice, “Get out!”
Everyone was shocked into silence. My mom,
shaking, said, “I’m your mother! You
ungrateful brat!”
“Get out!” I yelled again.
I waved the knife around like a maniac,
chasing them out of my house. They were so
terrified that they actually shielded Tiffany.
As they scrambled out of the door, I spat at
them, “Tiffany, you want my house? Dream
on! You’ll never get it!”
“And Jake, you trash, she can have you. I
don’t want you.”
When I called him “trash,” Jake turned beet
red, ready to say something, but I slammed
the door.
From outside, I heard my parents yelling that I
was a horrible, ungrateful kid.
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