The Wedding, The Goodbye
I could no longer tell if the liquid on my face was tears or blood; what I could only do was to crawl forward with all my strength.
I got closer to the toilet bowl.
Susan walked over, her face filled with malice. She stepped on my broken hand.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jess! But my foot hurts, I can't lift it at all," she said, feigning innocence.
Chester quickly continued the countdown. "Five, four—"
I clenched my teeth and kept crawling.
Susan was terrified by my move.
"Ah!" She screamed and jumped back, her foot left my mangled hand. "You're crazy!" she shouted.