It seemed like everything was happening so fast yet so slow at the same time. I had a fistful of Mrs. Beaumont’s hair in my hand, tugging on it hard. She tried to fight back, and before I knew it, her other daughter had joined too. When my mom tried to stop whatever was happening, that was when I pulled away. I didn’t want her to get hurt, these people weren’t worth it. Breathing deeply, I stepped away, my heart going wild. I watched the woman try to get a hold of herself as a few people ran to the scene.“Hey, hey! What’s going on?” A man asked, stepping between my mom, me, and my father’s other family. “It’s them!” Mrs. Beaumont exclaimed, trying to compose herself. “It's those thugs!” She pointed at us. “They attacked me! At my husband’s funeral, they attacked me!” She started to cry loudly. I scoffed, taken aback. “You should really get into drama, ma’am.”She shot daggers at me with her eyes. “You’re nothing like him, you’re nothing like your father. You’re a disgrace. If he
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