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You’re just like your father. Always causing trouble. Jeb Monroe! That’s what I should call you … Jeb Monroe!” Her hazel eyes flashed in hatred as she shook me so hard my teeth rattled.
    “It’s not my fault,” I cried as she continued her assault on me. “I got sick at school! I was too weak to drive home!”
    “Why didn’t they call me?” She dropped her hands from my shoulders and planted them on her hips. “I’m your mother. They should call me first!”
    “I thought you were at work, not home screwing a Montgomery!” I yelled back, overcome with anger.
    I winced as my mother slapped me across my face with her open palm. My head reeled back, and I clasped my stinging cheek in shock. My mother had never hit me before, aside from the usual spankings I had as a child. Hurtful words were her normal form of abuse. I turned my head and met her vengeful stare.
    “I’m tired of you sassing me! Every time you talk back, that’s what you’re gonna get … a slap in the face. You’re nothing but a smart-ass teenager, thinking you know everything. Why aren’t you more like Lucy? At least she doesn’t talk back to me all the time!”
    “No, Lucy doesn’t talk back. She’s too busy getting messed up on anything she can get her hands on to talk back to anyone!” I screamed. “Is that what you want me to do? Who’s gonna make sure there’s food in the fridge or clean the house if I’m drugged up all the time like my sister? You want me to stay incoherent so you can run around screwing Davis Montgomery? Is that what you’re out doing while I’m taking care of things around here?”
    “Who I spend my time with is my business, not Saul’s or Maggie’s, and certainly not yours. And you won’t say shit about it or I’ll knock the teeth out of your head.” She slapped me one last time to emphasize her point.
    The force of the blow knocked me to the ground, and I lay there as she walked away, muttering about my dead father while stomping up the steps. She flung open the door and then slammed it behind her.
    A few minutes later she emerged from the house, and I averted my gaze. She grumbled something about an extended lunch break and the need to get back to the hospital before she left in her red sports car. The car was fitting for her. She was too old to be driving it, but pretty enough to get away with it.
    The urge to vomit finally took over. I crawled across the ground, leaned over my mother’s beloved flowerbed, and hurled across the flowers. Good. I was glad they were covered in puke. My stomach eventually settled, and I crawled back to my spot on the ground, lying on my back and staring at the rays of light that filtered through the branches and leaves above me.
    That was where Lucy found me sometime later. I heard the unmistakable sound of my Jeep veering down the driveway and parking in front of me.
    Lucy hopped out of the Jeep, and her knock-off designer heels clicked against the pavement. Her heels were red, and she wore tight, black pants and a matching red shirt that flowed on her petite frame. Her long hair was braided intricately around her head, looking like a halo. Lucy was a beautiful creature, but her face was marred in worry as she hovered above me.
    “What the hell happened to you?” She plucked a leaf from my hair.
    “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you,” I said as she perched on the ground beside me.
    “Try me.” She raised one carefully-constructed eyebrow.
    I heaved a great sigh and told her about the strange afternoon, starting with becoming sick during gym and ending with our mother’s aggressive behavior. Blood drained from my sister’s face and her mouth fell open in shock.
    “Mama’s screwing a Montgomery. Unbelievable,” she whispered, shaking her head, a disgusted look on her face. “It’s like she’s pissing on our daddy’s grave. I’m through with her, I tell ya. I’m done. She’s never been much of a mother to us anyway. You’re more of a