Another painful slap followed my words and this time I didn't flinch, neither did I hold my cheek even though it hurt.Instead I turned to Katya with a lifted chin and smiled at her, “You and your daughter have always found it so easy to mistreat me, hit me, abuse me. I have endured, not because of weakness but because of the respect I have for Darius and his family.”I took a sharp breath, “That respect is gone, so I hope you had fun with that one because it would be the one you will get for free. But for each time your filthy hands have ever touched me, I will make sure you pay for that.”Anger replaced whatever self pity and pain I was feeling and it burned, churning like a volcano into an ugly feeling.I didn't try to stop, neither did I try to tame. I let it take over, the rage.I let it consume me as I stared at these people who have made my reality a living life.Why?Because I chose to be weak? Because I chose to lay low?Not any fucking more!!Amara laughed, and looked at me
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