He grabbed a nearby bottle and threw it at me. The bottle shattered on impact and sharp fragments flew, leaving several small but glaring cuts on my calf.
With a "clank," I set down the spoon in my hand, turning to face the two of them. Wendy leaned into Kevin's arm, eyes red, her mouth curling into a smile that seemed both boastful and taunting.
Claiming to be allergic was one of Wendy's usual tactics and excuses. I had no idea what she was actually allergic to, only that she'd announce an allergy at any moment, for any reason.
Constantly looking for ways to make things difficult for me, she'd watch gleefully as Kevin lashed out in anger. And each time, Kevin would fall for it like a fool. This time was no different.
Looking at the painful scene before me, I felt a hollow emptiness in my chest, as if a cold wind was blowing through a gaping void.
But this time, I didn't feel as heartbroken as before. I turned, picked up the pot and dumped the cooked egg and cheese pasta into the trash right in front of them.
"If you're allergic, then stay hungry!" I tossed the pot into the sink with a loud clang.