“Pay the rent or get out!”

“Send the rent today, or you’re out,” my father snarled into the phone while I was still in a hospital gown, my stitches raw and aching. I tried to explain I’d just come out of surgery, but he cut me off with a bitter scoff. “So now you’re too good for your own family?” I didn’t even get a word in before he barged into my room—then his hand cracked across my face. I tumbled off the bed and hit the floor hard. Nurses shouted, someone slammed the emergency button, and footsteps thundered down the hall. When security and police rushed in, they stopped dead at what they saw.

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