My dad slapped me on his birthday. “what kind of w…

blood. The bracelet hit the floor. Thirty-seven people. Not one moved. Not one spoke. Gerald’s face twisted. You’ll never be her. You’re nothing but a worthless substitute. Substitute. Replacement. The words I’d heard my whole life. Whispered behind closed doors. Finally said out loud.

I ran. I didn’t plan it. Didn’t think. I just grabbed my backpack continue reading …