Chapter 4

The crying and yelling outside my door went on for a solid half hour before they finally gave up.

They must have finally figured out that picking a fight with the "psycho" I'd become was a losing battle. Besides, their check-in window for the shelter was closing.

So, they grabbed their stuff and left.

"Let the ungrateful brat rot in there. We're leaving," my mom spat.

"When this storm passes," my dad growled, his voice laced with venom, "I swear to God I'm breaking her legs."

"Michael, sweetie, don't be upset," Evelyn cooed. "She isn't worth wasting your energy on.…