I turned. I stumbled. The world tilted.
Chapter 2: The Fatal Push
I tried to walk. I really did. But the pain in my stomach was like a red-hot iron twisting inside me.
I stopped near the kitchen island, gripping the granite countertop to keep from falling.
“I said move!” Sylvia yelled from behind me.
She had followed me into the kitchen. Her face was contorted with pure, horrible fury. She couldn’t stand disobedience. She couldn’t stand that I had defied her authority by trying to sit down.
“I can’t,” I said with difficulty. “Sylvia, please… call a doctor.”
“You lazy, lying brat!” Sylvia screamed. “Always sick! Always tired! You’re pathetic!”
She lunged at me.
She placed both hands on my chest, right over my heart, and pushed.
