Chapter 11Aretha's POV"Hey, whore," I heard Mary, my aunt's daughter, call from the top of the stairs. Her voice grated on my nerves, pulling me out of my thoughts."I saw you perform your theatrics down there with Mom. What... who do you think you are?" she sneered, stepping down the stairs with an air of superiority that made me wish, just for a second, she’d trip and fall. Maybe a hard knock on the head would give her the brain cells she desperately needed."Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you know better than to keep your gaze on the floor? You dare to look at me like that!" she spat, nudging me backward with her finger. I could smell the faint scent of her cheap perfume mixed with the bitterness of her words.I slapped her hand away, disgust curling in my stomach. I didn’t want to deal with her now—or ever, really."You don’t get to leave when I’m talking to you, Aretha," she hissed, but her voice was nothing more than an annoying buzz in my ears. I sighed, feeling t
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