“You’re going to have me arrested?” Renee challenged. “For standing up for myself?”
“You clearly can’t think straight. Lying to school about us, all of these fights?” her mother spoke soothingly, just past the speaker, as if she cared. “I’m getting too old to be able to regain control of you physically.”
“This is complete crap,” Renee surged past her mother, shoving her into the wall.
“Where do you think you’re going?” her father whipped her back against the stairs she tried to retreat down.
“Leaving!” she hollered. “It’s clearly what you all want.”
“You’d want to leave us?” her mother sobbed fake tears. “After all we’ve done for you?”
“After what you’ve done for me? Like STARVE ME?” Renee snapped. “BEAT ME?” she hollered as if she could yell her response back into the sensitive s
