She said, "Zackary, did you see that? This bitch, hit me. She must have been caught red-handed, and she's so angry."
Carrie cried harder and harder, then started gasping for breath.
"Medicine... quick..." she mumbled incoherently.
Zackary quickly pulled out an asthma inhaler from his pocket and handed it to her.
Seeing how worried he was, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I had loved him for so many years, but even when I was very sick, I never saw him this worried.
The details revealed his true feelings.
"Norma, you're the first person to ever hit me. You hit me, and I'll make you pay," Carrie shouted.
She broke free from Zackary's embrace and rushed towards me like a madwoman.
I thought Zackary would stop her, but instead, he held me back.
He said, "Carrie is sick, don't provoke her."
I retorted, "So, you're saying I should let her hit me back?"
Zackary fell silent again.
His silence was deafening.
I thought I would be upset, but at that moment, I felt nothing.
Carrie kept hitting me.
I endured the stinging pain on my cheeks, staring blankly at the beautiful but twisted face in front of me. I remembered the moments I had spent with Zackary over the past ten years.