Jake clapped the laptop shut with such a force, I jumped and almost dropped the book I was reading. It was about witches. “What now?” I asked in a tired tone. Jake had been so pissed off, angry, and distant since his dad’s death.“Nothing.” He almost spat it at me.“Right,” I sighed, “we can’t afford a new laptop. So would you please stop beating it? Isn’t it enough you snap at me?” I was growing real weary of his attitude lately. At first, I thought it was just a phase, but it just went on and on.“I snap at whoever I want.” He leaned back, put his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes. Like if he couldn’t see me, I wasn’t there.There was something about the tone and that gesture that pissed me off too. I have had enough now. For weeks I had been his mental doormat, and this was the last drop. I had to say something. I threw the book aside and sat at the edge of the bed. “Jake, this has to stop. I know you’re grieving, but that doesn’t give you the right to break our stuff and s
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