Words Of Spite
I zipped up the bag, trying to contain my anger. My knuckles were white, gripping the handle tight. “You always were a burden,”
he spat, his voice full of spite. I bit back a reply, swallowing words too bitter to taste. Each insult was like a jab trying to reach where it hurt, but I was determined not to show him the impact.
My silence was my power, and I clung to it fiercely.