When I Refused To Babysit My Sister’s Child My Parents Turned Against Me But They Forgot Whose Name Was On The House

and mean, flicked to the corner of the room.

I didn’t see it coming.

He dropped the bottle. It hit the rug with a dull, wet thump, foam bubbling out in a spreading stain. His hand shot out to the side, grabbed the nearest thing in reach, one of the dining chairs tucked neatly under the table, its wooden legs scarred and worn from years of use.

He swung.continue reading …