I'll Be Good for You
Five years after Mom and Dad died, my sister, Miley Jenkinson, sent me away to a residential treatment center to "fix" me.
She flung my luggage at me and roared, "You love fighting so much, Delia? Then, stay here. Maybe I'll come back for you once you've learned to behave."
Next thing I know, Miley's sworn enemy is beating me senseless.
Meanwhile, Miley loses it on the other end of the line. "Fight back! Why aren't you fighting back?"
My gaze is blank as I say, "Because you said fighting made me one of the bad ones."