“It is not that simple,” I replied while trying to stay calm. “Signing that document could ruin my finances if anything goes wrong.”
Brittany laughed softly and said, “You always exaggerate everything.”
“I am not exaggerating,” I answered while looking directly at my father. “I just cannot take that risk.”
His expression darkened and the atmosphere inside the garage shifted instantly. “I raised you and provided everything for you,” he said slowly. “Now you cannot do one small thing for your sister.”
I felt my back press against a cold metal shelf as he stepped closer and I realized the conversation had already moved beyond reason. “This is not a small thing,” I said.
His hands suddenly shoved my shoulders with violent force. My body slammed into the shelving and tools rattled loudly as pain shot through my arm with a sickening pop that told me my shoulder had dislocated. I collapsed to the concrete floor screaming while the room spun around me.
“Look what you made me do,” he said angrily as if the entire situation were somehow my fault.
Brittany stepped closer and shook her head with irritation. “You should have signed,” she muttered coldly.