Chapter 4

Watching her yap on and on, I could barely stand that annoying mouth of hers.

My head was about to explode.

People with bipolar disorder weren't like normal people. When we got mad, it was not just anger. It was a rush, a wild, manic thrill that took over.

I told Jack to drag her into the bathroom and dunk that mop of curly hair straight into the toilet.

I kept slamming the flush over and over until Linda started making those nasty gurgling sounds.

I said, "You clean yet? Don't fucking talk to me until you are."

Jack yanked…