Glass (Crank 2)

to hurt her more than she can

hurt me. “Go ahead. Kick me

out. Hunter and I will go live

with Dad in Albuquerque.”

Okay, that was semivicious.

The look on Mom’s face

is indescribable—a mixture

of disbelief, panic, and rage.

She tries to sputter an answer,

but Scott interrupts her. Over

my dead body will you take

this baby out of here. Have

you gone completely insane?

He would be dead in a week.

What is he talking about?

The anger, hot and red inside

me, boils over completely.

“Do you really think I’d kill

my fucking baby? What kind

of a person do you think I am?”

I notice Jake, standing in the

archway, staring. “What the fuck

are you looking at, you

freaking little monster?”

Now Hunter does start to cry.

I reach toward him, but Mom

shakes her head. No. Jake,

please take Hunter upstairs.

I expect a heated spew, but

she stays completely calm.