I dodged her swing and slapped her face.
“Watch your mouth,” I said coldly, “or you’ll regret it.”
Susan stood there, stunned, then her eyes blazed. “You little shit, you hit me?”
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blazed. “You little shit, you hit me?”
“You’re dead! I’m going to mess you up!”
She stormed over to the trunk, grabbed a baseball bat, and swung it at me.
I couldn’t dodge in time. I raised my arm to
block, and pain shot through me. It felt like my arm was broken.
As Susan swung the bat, Garrison’s voice
boomed from the yard.
“Stop!”
“Susan, what are you doing?”
Garrison rushed out, glaring at Susan. “This is the Finley’s place! You wanna get us all killed?”
Susan flinched. “Garrison, this bitch followed us. She even slapped me! I snapped.”
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Garrison paused. He looked at me, his face
twisting in disgust.
Before he could say anything, my parents came out of the house.
They saw me clutching my arm and glared at Susan.
If looks could kill, she’d be dead.
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Seeing my parents‘ fury, Garrison and Susan
jumped to conclusions.
“Mr. and Mrs. Finley, it’s not her fault,” Garrison said quickly.
“This woman was lurking around your property. Susan thought she was dangerous, so she
intervened.”
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Susan chimed in, “She’s bad news.
