“You’re not the only one,” she said calmly. “And the bus is safer than half those idiots behind the wheel.”
“That’s not the point,” I said. “You don’t get it.”
Her mouth tightened. “I know more than you think.”
“If you did, you’d help,” I shot back. “You never spend money on anything. You’re just… cheap.”
The word landed ugly.
“That’s enough for tonight,” she said quietly.
Her face changed in a way that made my stomach drop.
“I see,” she said. “We’ll talk when you’re not using words to hurt.”
I stood so fast my chair scraped.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m not asking you for anything ever again.”
I slammed my door and cried into my pillow, rehearsing apologies by morning.
I never got to say them.
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