He Demanded I Apologize To His Mother Until The Door Opened

my dresser. The room was gray and dim, winter light pressing in at the edges of the curtains, and my mind had not caught up to consciousness yet when he yanked the blanket off me.

“Get up,” he said. “You think you can insult my mother and lie there like nothing happened?”

I sat up. The cold air hit me and I was awake now, suddenly and completely. “I’m continue reading …