My nails dragged down the hall wall as my mother gripped my arm and pulled me. She picked me up and set me down on the chair and held me down as I struggled to get away from her hold on me.
“Listen Veto, one more move like that and you will regret what you did.” my mother said in harsh tones making her words echo in my ears. I looked into her eyes. She killed her daughter.
“Do you understand me Veto.” she said her nails digging into my skin.
“No, momma no I dont. You killed her momma, you took her life and I sure wish it was yours gone.”
My cheek burned and was bleeding, my mothers handprint was still there and her nails had dug into my face leaving four bleeding lines. I held the cloth to my face as my mother watched me from the corner of her eye as I sat in the chair, compressing the warm, wet cloth to my face.
“You tell anyone Veronica and I swear hija you’ll end up like your sister.” my mother laughed.
“Go to hell momma.” I yelled and this time it was my hand across her face.