I got home and opened the door, only to be met with a blow to the head.Evelyn screamed, swinging a stick at me. "Get out, you filthy tramp! We don't need you!"Blood trickled from my forehead into my eyes, stinging like acid.I raised my arm to block her. "Enough!"She stumbled, the stick clattering to the floor. Then, like a switch flipped, she collapsed into sobs, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sick. I didn't mean it."I closed my eyes, bitter pooling in my chest. "I understand. Can I wash my face first?""Go ahead." She let go, fidgeting like a guilty child.In the bathroom, I let the faucet drown out the world. Then I heard her voice outside. "She hides her emotions well. I hit her with a stick, and she didn't flinch. Isn't calling the loan sharks too much?"Alarmed, I grabbed my phone and bolted for the door.It flew open, and a gang of men in black stormed in, wielding baseball bats.Evelyn shrieked, yanking me behind her in a mockery
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