The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and I staggered forward, hitting the stained wall with a thud.
Warm liquid began trickling down my forehead.
Jeff sneered at me, pushing open a stall door. "This thing shouldn't even exist!"
He was about to dump the ashes into the toilet!
The stench filled my nose. This makeshift outdoor restroom was visibly crude and poorly maintained.
The toilet bowl contained a yellowish, unidentified liquid.
"Jeff!" I screamed in anguish, "That's your mother's ashes! The mother who raised you!"
"You're still cursing my mom!" Jeff kicked me in the chest, continuing without care. "Then you better watch closely!"
"Jeff," I endured the pain, crawling towards him and kneeling. "Please, don't dump them."
The Jeff who used to be pained if I cut my finger now looked at me without a shred of emotion as I lay in agony.
"I didn't lie to you, I really didn't." Tears streamed down my face as I begged him.
I regretted it. I really regretted it.
I shouldn't have brought my mother-in-law's ashes here. I shouldn't have taken them out.
"They really are her ashes!"
Jeff's hand hesitated for a moment.
"Diana, what are you doing?" Ida rushed in from behind, trying to help me up.