Chapter 11
Iris had her hand sliced open and was stuck in a cast, while her leg was permanently messed up. Even with surgery, she’d be limping around with a cane for the rest of her life.
Alan’s leg wounds, already not healing, got even worse and bloody after another surgery. He was in agony and could only lie in bed.
With both of them injured, I became the only person in the house who could move around. I had to handle everything, from their meals to their bathroom needs. To free up space at the hospital, I brought them home to care for them myself.
Iris, wrapped in bandages with her arm in a sling, was groaning from the pain as blood soaked through her leg bandages.
“Katrina, you little bitch! Where are you? Get me a glass of water right now, or are
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you trying to make me die of thirst?”
I filled a glass with water and, with a sweet smile, handed it to her.
“Making me wait so long? Trying to kill me with thirst? You‘ re such a-”
“Enough with the noise.”
I pinched her nose open and poured a big gulp of water into her mouth. “Drink up, thirsty much? Let’s see how much you can handle.”
She mumbled angrily and tried to raise her hand to hit me. I dumped the rest of the water all over her, soaking her through.
“I’m going to kill you!”
Fuming, she tried to move but forgot her leg was injured and ended up crashing to the floor. Her messed–up leg hit the ground hard.
I folded my arms and looked down at her.
“Oh, Mom, how’d you end up on the floor? It’s so cold down there–get up. Oh,
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wait, you can’t get up, can you?”
“Oops! Sorry, I forgot. With your hand and leg both broken, you‘ re pretty much a goner.”
“You little bitch! I’m calling the cops and having you arrested and shot!”
As she reached for her fallen phone, I stomped on her hand, smashing it. I picked up her phone and threw it down.
“Oh dear, my bad. Must‘ ve slipped. Couldn’t hold on to it.”
She yelled threats at me, “Bitch! I‘ ll make sure you pay for this!”
I crouched down, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her back to sit on the floor.
Smack, smack, smack!
I slapped her hard, my hand stinging from
the force.
