Chapter 90

“So, what’s for dinner?”

As my mother was bent over the drawers, her focus entirely on finding what she was looking for, I took a few steps closer towards the knife. Its sharp and glinting blade sparkled in the light of the kitchen and my heart started to beat faster. All I had to do was reach out a hand and it would be mine. My mind raced with possibilities of what I could do with this weapon.

I gulped, nervously gazing between the knife and my seemingly oblivious mother. Despite my reluctance, I had to do something. It suddenly dawned on me that if I don’t act quickly this situation can tragically worsen. I know it's a drastic measure but it might be the only way to protect my self from further hurt and indignity. With one more tense glance towards my mom and then the knife again, I made up my mind.

Just when I had unexpectedly gripped the knife tightly, as if to make sure it wouldn't slip away, mother whipped around to confront me. I quickly tried to hide the knife behind my back,