Cane's POV
Saying I was angry would be an understatement. I was so mad I slammed my door hard. Bam! The whole wall shook. My stomach was killing me. It felt like a knife was twisting inside me. I had to grab my dresser to stay standing. I was sweating and my legs felt like noodles.
I hate feeling weak. I really hate that she can make me feel this way without even trying.
I fell on my bed and just stared at the ceiling fan going around. The pain would come and go. One minute okay, next minute I couldn't breathe. I curled up in a ball, trying to make it stop.
Stephanie knew this would happen. She knew if the house was empty and no food around, I'd be in trouble. She used to joke about it - said I couldn't even make cereal without help. Back then it was funny. Tonight it felt like she was getting back at me.
Does she really hate me that much?
Five years and she can still hurt me without even trying?
I closed my eyes and tried to push the memories away, but they came anyway.
