"You don't want to see my face? Too f*****g bad. It's not my fault dad doesn't love you. It's not my fault you got stuck with a kid you hate. And its not my fault you dress like a f*****g whore." I said, quietly, dangerously. I wasn't even aware of it but as I said the words I moved closer and closer to her. By the time I was done I was inches away from her face. I'd never actually felt rage before, real burning uncontrollable rage. I don't know what would have happened next had Mom not interrupted my increasingly dark train of thought.
She slapped me. Hit me, really. She never had before, and I'm pretty certain that she meant it to be lighter than it was. It glanced off my cheek and into my nose. It hurt like hell, far more than it actually caused any damage. I saw stars and I felt somet
