Chapter 3

"You little brat, get your ass back here right now!" Robert's voice thundered through the phone.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to ignore the nausea and pain, and made my way back to my parents' place.

As soon as I stepped inside, an ashtray came flying straight at me.

I couldn't dodge in time, and it smashed into my forehead, busting it open. Tiny beads of blood started running down my face.

My mom rushed over, sobbing, to see if I was okay.

"Robert, why did you have to lose your temper like that?" she cried. "Sherlyn's pregnant! If…