“Did I ask her to do that? She kept saying ‘an older sister is like a mother’ and she wanted to help. Do parents raise children to get something back? If it’s about payback, I don’t need her care. And if it were me with this kind of illness, I wouldn’t want you to take care of me either.”
I couldn’t hold back my anger anymore. I slapped him hard.
“You hit me?” Mike shouted, then kicked my stomach, knocking me to the floor. After that he kept punching and kicking me. “Who do you think you are, daring to hit me?”
My body hurt, but my heart hurt even more. Tears kept falling as people around us came to pull him away, but he kept shouting.
“Stop pretending to be a saint! She’s my sister. If I want to spend money on her, I will. If I don’t, no one can tell me otherwise. I’m not her father!”
“Mike, are we short on money?” I glared at him. “The old house is about to be demolished. We’ll get at least 1,5 thousand dollars from it.”
“Zerra, you finally said it,” he snapped. “I knew you were after the demolition money. You want to play the good person with that money? Dream on.”