Later, my parents came to me, begging me to go to the Gunn Family’s home and clean up the mess Yvonne had left behind. And in that moment, when I agreed, there was a part of me that still hoped. Hoped that maybe, just maybe, David and I could go back to how we used to be. But ten years of cold disdain and cutting remarks made it clear.
In David’s world, there was only Yvonne.
***
“Dad, what’s taking you so long? You went upstairs to call that stinky woman to cook and now Mom’s still waiting for her food!”
Tyler’s shrill voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
David cast a glance at me.
“Enough with the mind games. Go make Yvonne’s dinner. She specifically asked for your cooking. If you behave well, I might consider letting you stay here a little longer.”
My fingers curled tightly around the armrest of my wheelchair, suppressing the anger boiling inside me.
“I’m in this condition… and you still want me to cook for Yvonne?”
Tyler let out a dramatic scream.
“You’re stinky woman! It’s just a little injury and you’re acting like you’re dying so pitiful!”
A little injury?