Keon shot me a cold glare before scooping Kizzie into his arms, his voice laced with anger. “Don’t think I didn’t hear what happened! Kizzie came here out of kindness and this is how you treat her? I never realized you could be so... petty.”
I lay there on the cold floor, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. My lips trembled as I tried to explain.
“No, I didn’t—she pushed—”
“Cut the act, Kelsey! Are you really trying to pin the blame on Kizzie? Do you even hear yourself? She’s so delicate she can’t even open a bottle cap and you expect me to believe she pushed you? Besides, Kizzie has a good heart—why would she do something like that? Kelsey, since when did you become this kind of person?!”
With that, Keon carried Kizzie downstairs. As he passed me, he kicked me aside like I was nothing more than trash.
“If you like lying there so much, then just stay there. Don’t get in my way.”
Kizzie turned her head, flashing me a smug, victorious smile.
The sound of an engine roared to life outside. My vision blurred, fading into darkness.
I couldn’t let myself pass out despite the killing pain in my stomach wasn’t normal.
Keon wasn’t coming back for me—I had to take care of myself.