Fragile
Derrell, Klaus
My back lammed ino the edge of our kitchen table. Pain erupted in my shoulders--sharp jolts shooting through the muscles like hot electricity. Reeling from the impact, I crumpled to the floor, my breathing coming heavily from my lips as his enraged voice taunted me. His voice faded into distant background noise, rocking my skull with its harshness, until it became hardly noticeable.
Mom screamed into the air, and her strident cries pierced thr...