CYRUSA heavy pounding on my door jerked me from my sleep and I grumbled while clutching my duvet tighter, "I'm not going!""Cyrus Anthony Sinclair, you come downstairs right now or else!" my mother's yell vibrated through the walls and down my spine. My eyes flew open so fast and I jerked up in bed."I'm sick!" I tried again, in a desperate attempt to make her leave me alone but her scoff echoed and I knew there was no convincing her."You've been in your room for three whole days. You think I don't know what this is about?"She couldn't possibly have figured it out, could she? Worried now, I bit my nails and jumped out of bed, moving around in my shorts with a racing heart.She's going to kill me. She's going to bury me alive and then my father will stomp all over my grave, piss on it, dig me back open just to beat me up, crush my bones, smoke it, then present it to grandfather who'd call me the worst thing he can ever say to any of his grandchildren.A disappointment."Cyrus…" she'
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