“What?” Vivian asked. Her face suddenly pale and as white as a ghost.

“No—mother she is lying. She is obviously lying,” Natasha screamed from behind Vivian.

Rushing over to where I knelt, she darted her hands out, striking my cheek painfully, as my face darted to the other side.

Her fingers entwined in my hair as she pulled me up. Her sharp nails dip into my scalp, making it burn from pain.

“You bitch,” she spat, slapping me ...