They were seething, fingers jabbing in my direction, voices raw with fury.
"That old monster raised a little monster! Old Mr. Young is the kindest soul in our whole town. He saved my life when he was young! And look what your family did to him!"
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The old man was rotten, so of course his kid's no better!"
"Hits a man and doesn't even have the guts to own up to it. Coward! Disgusting!"
Rotten egg dripped down my hair, wet strands plastered to my face. The stench churned my stomach so violently I clapped a hand over my mouth, fighting not to vomit.
One voice piled on top of another, all of them determined to pin this crime on me.
Then someone snatched a rock off the ground and hurled it straight at my head.
A bolt of pain split across my forehead, and the world before my eyes flooded red.
Blood smeared across my entire face, the metallic taste filling my mouth.
I trembled with rage, my gaze locking onto the man in the crowd.
Michael Young glared at me with undisguised hatred, still whipping everyone into a frenzy.