"Well, well, well," Daisy's voice slithered into the room, sharp and mocking. "Look who’s hiding in the kitchen like the little rat he is."
Jamal clenched his jaw, pretending not to hear her. He just wanted to finish his food in peace. But peace was never an option when Daisy was around.
She strutted up to him, standing just a little too close, her shadow swallowing him whole. “No one wants you here, Jamal,” she said, her voice dripping with cruelty as she nudged his shoulder. The pot wobbled in his hand, but he held on tight, refusing to let her see his frustration.
“Please, Daisy, I don’t want to fight,” Jamal muttered, not daring to meet her eyes. His voice was small, almost a whisper. “Just leave me alone. I just want to finish my food and stay out of your way.”
Daisy snorted, roll
