CHAPTER 85: Choosing Tammy over him

"Isabella!" The shrill scream of my sister's voice pulled me back to the present and I rushed to put off the gas.

The smoke alarm was whirring loudly already and in my rush, I put my hand to the pot to remove it from the fire and it burnt both my fingers and the insides of my right wrist that touched the metal side of the pot. I dropped the pot in pain from being burnt and it fell on the floor in a large clang. The rest of the oat mixture that was burnt black and congealed, spilled out with some of it splashing on my legs and the rest all over the floor.

I jumped back and screamed in pain at the hot liquid.

Annie-Marie rushed to put off the stove and I went towards the sink and put my hands under the rushing water to cool of the burning sensation.

My eyes filled with unshed tears as I stared at the patch of skin that was turning red, the smoke in the air and the mess on the floor. It was the appropriate description of my life. A hot, big mess.

I soaked a towel to wipe off the par