TORY
“You are useless! Why did I even bother going to Louisiana to get you!” Clyde yelled as he pushed me against our glass coffee table, shattering the furniture into pieces while it cut through the skin on my hand.
“Please, Clyde! You know I can’t see. You’re the one who left me like this, the one that caused the accident where I lost my baby!”
He lifted me with force, pressing on my wounded hands and making me wince in pain before slapping me on the face. I touched my nose, feeling the blood coming out of it. I was sure it would leave a bruise.
“You want to go back to that asshole? The same one that stole you from me?”
“He didn’t steal me from you! They both saved me!”
Another slap, and this time, I fell on the floor again, on top of the broken glass. He opened the front door,
