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smashed brutally
into my slim shin bone. The unopened tin dented when it connected
in my shin bone, chipping off my skin, bursting the flesh, swelling
my shin instantly. I was happy the sailing tin of milk didn't hit
me in the face; I imagined what it would have felt like. A
brilliant degree of pain that wouldn’t cool blasted in my shin; I
lose my feet, collapse to the floor hard, tears instantly sliding
down my face. I felt something warm running down my shin, I
couldn’t touch my shin but with watery eyes I saw red, my blood
beginning to puddle on the floor.
    All that pain, times two, wasn’t hurting me
half as much as what I felt when I caught Qwan doing the worst
thing ever earlier that night. I could just die. Just fucking
die.
    Maybe if I don’t answer Pinky she won’t come
inside the bathroom, or maybe if I shout ‘I will be out in a
minute’ she’d return to the living room where the rest of the
family was. Fat chance! Pinky had not even a crumb of respect for
privacy. No matter what, she’ll be barging through this door any
second. I glanced around at Nathan, pain still firing in my shin,
whispering,
    “Quick! ... Go inside the shower, quick.”
    Nathan hastened, pulling his pants up,
stuffing down the tail of his white shirt down his pants in a
panicky rush. Pulled up his zipper.
    “Make haste Nathan, Make haste. Quick.” I
urged him.
    The brisk steps of Pinky’s heel thudding down
the hallway sounded louder and louder as she came closer to
bursting through the bathroom door. The sound ‘clum... Clum
...CLUM!” got more terrifying, I could almost feel the door
swinging open. Me getting caught. The beat of my heart was mighty.
What the hell would I say? Caught by Pinky made it twelve times
worse. Pinky hated my guts for getting the chance to live with Qwan
Douglas in luxury, Stony Hills, uptown, while she starved in the
ghetto, Tivoli, downtown. My heart was skipping beats like a
scratch record, I knew how nasty this was going to be. No, I didn't
hated Pinky, but she definitely hated me.
    The calling was right at the bathroom
door,
    “Leeeee! You inside the bathroom?” Pinky was
right infront the bathroom door, she raucously continued ontop of
her big-mouth “You nervous till you can’t stop pee-pee eeh gal.”
She burst out in a big mampy-sized laugh, “Or is constipated you
constipated in there? ... PEPTO-BISMOLLL!!”
    Pinky tested the lock, it was open. I saw the
handle turning.
    Fuck! My heart galloped. I pushed Nathan
towards the shower,
    “Quick Nathan.” Poor Nathan got confused,
heading towards the face-basin. I pushed him the right way towards
the shower. He tried to speak but stumbled over his words,
    “But...bu-but -bu...” As he disappeared
behind the shower curtain, from the help of me pushing. I dragged
the shower curtain, hiding him.
    ‘Boow!’
    The bathroom’s door blasted open, no knock,
no finesse, no respect for privacy, the typical Pinky, what if I
were on the toilet seat?
    “Puss eye gal, what you inside here doing so?
You never hear mi calling you?” I ignored her and tried to look
calm. “How you look so nervous, like you belly taking you, you have
running belly?”
    My dress was a little twisted; I twisted it
in place casually, not looking at Pinky, as if I weren’t tormented
by her barging intrusion, but obviously she was seeing some fluster
on my face, at least that was what my guilty heart was pounding in
my ears.
    “Is you mi a talk to enuh Lee, you never hear
mi a call you, you think a dog calling you?” She took one step
closer to me, "You couldn’t answer mi?” She was towering over me
with her Eiffel-tower height. Her colourful tattooed hand akimboed
waiting on a reply. I looked up, but not at her, to the mirror,
examining my makeup,
    “Yeah, but I was—-”
    “But what?” she asked sharply, without even
waiting for me to finish, her long black false-eyelashes not even
blinking.
    “Was just wondering about this marriage, I
don’t know if I