scratching beast. “Fuck you,
bitch!” I scream. She is Zoe.
She is my mother. She is …
him. Stop. I have to stop. Can’t …
SUDDENLY, I AM JERKED
Into the air,
kicking,
swinging.
Strong bands
of muscle
encircle me,
pin my arms
against my side.
What in the hell
are you doing,
Summer?
It’s Phil. Of course.
Have you
totally flipped?
“No! It’s not me!”
“It’s her!” I yell,
nodding toward
Erica. “She did it,
not me!” But
even as the words
spit from my mouth,
I know I look like
the crazy one.
I MAKE MYSELF GO LIMP
What happens next