The Quiet One Snaps at Christmas Eve
"You little bitch, what nonsense are you spouting? I'll rip your mouth apart today!"
My second aunt, Zoe Brown, froze for a second, then immediately went into a rage. She rushed toward me, ready to scratch my face.
"Enough!" My second uncle, Caleb Burton, barked. He grabbed Aunt Zoe by the arm, but his fury aimed at me only seemed to intensify.
"Hannah Burton! It's Christmas! What has gotten into you? Is this how you talk to your elders? I swear, your brain must've rotted with all those books you read! Get on your knees and apologize to Zoe!"
Bab Populer