Casey froze, then shrieked, “You dare to hit me! Riley, hand it over now! Who cares if it’s a hearing aid? I’ve never had one–let
me see it!”
I stepped back out of her reach while Dad came out of the kitchen carrying a roasted chicken. “Casey, dinner’s ready!” Then he turned to me, “Your sister’s just curious. Let her take a look.“]
I shook my head at both of them. “No way. Mom spent a fortune on this. What if it breaks?”
“Without my hearing aid, I can’t hear properly.”
My refusal sent Casey into a rage. “Dad! She goes away for a while and suddenly thinks she’s too good for us! I don’t care–I want it! I WANT IT!“]]
She lunged at me, grabbing and pulling. I shoved her back hard. I’d grown taller and stronger–Mom made sure I ate well and exercised daily. My body was much stronger than before.]]
My push sent her stumbling backward onto the couch. Dad saw this and raised his hand. I turned to face him, bringing my face closer. “Go ahead. Hit me!”
He hesitated for a second, then shoved me roughly. I staggered backward and slammed into the doorframe, the pain making my face go white.]
Right at that moment, Mom walked in carrying a bag of fruit. Seeing what happened, she grabbed an apple and hurled it straight at Dad!
“You animal, Dave! You dare to touch my daughter!”
She flew at him, scratching and hitting. Within seconds, Dad’s face was covered in scratch marks, and he looked pathetic
“Jenna! Riley pushed Casey–I just shoved her a littler“]
“Bullshit! Casey deserved to be pushed! She had it coming!”
Casey glared at Mom hatefully. “You only care about Riley. Aren’t I your daughter too?”
“I’ve never mistreated you. Every time I’ve visited, I’ve brought you gifts Mom snapped back.
I explained, “Mom, she wanted my hearing aid. When I refused, she tried to grab it–that’s why I pushed her.“]
Mom was absolutely livid. “Dave! YOU’RE the one who made her deaf in one ear, and now you’re letting your other daughter play with her hearing aid? You’re not even humani
“We’re done here. We’re leaving!” she shouted.[]
Mom grabbed the fruit and threw it at them. Casey suddenly rushed out just as Mom and I were heading downstairs.[]
I knew she wouldn’t let it go, so I was ready. The moment her hands were about to push me, I sidestepped.
Casey couldn’t stop her momentum and tumbled down the stairs! She let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Dad came running out and was horrified by what he saw. “Quick, get down there! What are you standing around for? We need to get her to the hospital“]
Mom and Dad scrambled to help Casey and rush her to the hospital. I stood watching with my arms crossed as Casey sobbed uncontrollably, and I couldn’t help feeling satisfied.[]
After examination, it turned out Casey had fractured her foot. While they were putting on the cast, she clung to our parents, crying so hard she had snot running down her face.[]
“Dad, this is all Riley’s fault! Make her take care of me!” Casey demanded.]
Dad was furious. He grabbed my arm. “You’re on summer break anyway, and I have to work. You’ll stay here and look after your sister. Remember, she’s the princess of this family. You have to take good care of her–you’re partly responsible for her fall.“||
I refused immediately. “No way!“]
Mom stepped in “Dave, are you blind? Casey tried to push US down the stairs, but she lost her balance and fell instead. And now you want Riley to be her servant? I swear I’ll call the police!“]]
She looked at Casey with a mixture of hatred and disappointment, shocked at how far Casey would go to hurt us.]]
“If Riley hadn’t been quick enough to move out of the way, we’d be the ones injured right now. If you want someone to take care of her, do it yourself or hire a nurse. We’ll split the medical bills, but that’s it!”
With that, Mom turned and pulled me away.
Dad was jumping up and down with rage behind us, and Casey was screaming at the top of her lungs.
I ignored them both, turning back just long enough to stick my tongue out at her. With Mom protecting me, I didn’t have to wait on her anyone.[]
After that, Grandma ended up bringing them food every day because Casey demanded Dad’s constant attention for everything. leaving him no time to cook. Poor Grandma had to deal with Casey’s tantrums while delivering meals.
Later, Grandma called and sighed to me over the phone: “That girl has been completely spoiled by your father. I don’t know what goes through her head!“]
I didn’t know what Casey was thinking either, but I was certain Dad would regret his choices someday.
