I have nothing left to lose. I have nothing left to lose. I have nothing left to lose.
That was the only thing echoing in my head when I grabbed Isadora's hair tightly and pulled like my life depended on it.
I've never been one to be violent or physical. All my life I'd learned how to split my anger into tiny manageable pieces and then bottle them up.
I never spoke back at my parents—or anyone for that matter. Which was why the sudden rage surprised me.
Maybe it was the fact that I'd be leaving soon for the real world that gave me the courage. Or I'd have enough of Isadora and wanted to teach her a lesson of my own.
I shook Isadora, not taking in her fists hitting my stomach. My aim was to pull out her hair, to make her scalp ache like my entire body did when she pushed me into that water. I was about to slap her again when strong hands grabbed my hands.
I struggled, yelling as I tried to free myself. There was still so much anger in me, I wanted her to feel it all.
