The Human
Bile rises in my throat, and before I can stop myself, I am grabbing the small wastebasket he has next to his chair.
I puke almost immediately, and my forehead begins to sweat. My heart rate jumps, and I start to panic. Who is on the plate this time? More of "other" Amber....my dad? Maybe he lied, and it's my sweet Thatcher. Tears spring to my eyes, and I begin to shake my head back and forth repeatedly. I can't ask her what's on the plate, and I can't tell her I'm a vegetarian. I guess I will wait to eat.
I raise my hand while keeping my face over the trash just in case. I shake it back and forth aggressively. I need her to get the plate out of here. The meat is starting to stink up the roo
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