It was completely false. I hadn’t done anything wrong. But no one would listen to me. As I shouted at Abigail, Alexander stepped forward and kicked me hard.
“Who the hell do you think you are? Why are you shouting at Abigail?”
I collapsed on the floor, clutching my stomach, writhing in agony. My body was racked with violent tremors and cold sweat dripped steadily down my forehead, pooling on the floor beneath me. Each wave of pain seemed to tighten its grip, making it hard to breathe or focus.