It splashed across the floor.
Just then, Jacob ran in, shouting as he came:
“Mom! I want to see the puppy mop the floor!”
He ran too fast and didn’t see the puddle. His foot slipped and he fell flat on the ground, bursting into loud wails.
Mom immediately kicked me hard into the wall.
“You worthless brat! Can’t even mop the floor properly! Were you trying to kill your brother?”
I didn’t even have the strength to cry.
I lay weak on the ground, groaning:
“It wasn’t me…”
Jacob only cried harder.
“It was her! It was her! I saw her do it on purpose!”
Mom’s fury exploded. She snatched up the dripping mop and slammed it against me.
Soaked and heavy, it hit with crushing force, each blow making me wish for death as the only release.
“Lying again! You’re lying again! So young, and already rotten!”
“Are you jealous that your brother is better at everything, so you want to hurt him?”
“How can a child’s mind be this vicious?”
Terrified, I didn’t dare cry. I crawled forward, biting my lip, wiping up the water little by little.
But she had no intention of letting me go.
She cursed while striking harder and harder, until I was barely conscious, gasping for air.