Breaking Mr. Cane by Shanora Williams EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Shanora Williams
- Language: English
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I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid. Fuck him, I’m not afraid!
Those words chimed in my head, but it didn’t stop my heart from
pounding in my chest.
A crackle of thunder rumbled in the sky, a spark of lightning revealing
the dark corners of my room. The light in the hallway was on and the floor
creaked. I swallowed the bile in my throat.
I prayed it was Mama coming down the hall, but by the sound of the
heavy footsteps and the deep breathing, I knew it wasn’t her. I took a step
back and hit the wall, wishing I could blend in with it, or even pass through it
like a ghost. A ghost meant I would be dead, and in that moment, the last
thing I wanted to be was alive.
The doorknob jiggled. My breathing became shallow.
I was glad I’d hidden Lorelei. I heard his truck pull up and hid her in the
attic. I told her to try and stay up there until I came for her. She always
thought I was brave, but if she could have seen me now, she would have
I thought about hiding too, or at least running away, but knew he would
have torn the house to shreds just to find us. He needed someone to take his
anger out on. If it wasn’t Mom, it was us.
I hated when he hurt them, so I always made sure to be around. Every
time they wound up with a bruise, their lies only fueled my anger. I was so
tired of dealing with his shit.
I was fourteen now. I’d developed a little muscle, some height too, but it
was nothing in comparison to his. I couldn’t wait until the day I was big
enough to take him down.
My bedroom door swung open, the doorknob crashing into the wall, and
his silhouette was all I could make out.
Shaggy brown hair.
“The fuck you doin’ here in the dark?” he snapped. He was always
annoyed about something. Even if I was minding my own business or doing
my homework, that annoyed him. My room was about the size of a box, so
when he spoke, I could smell the liquor on his breath. I hated when he drank.
He was even more hostile than usual.
“I’m getting ready to for bed,” I said, keeping my chin up.
“You talkin’ back to me, boy?” He took three steps forward. Two more
and he would have been right in front of me.
“No sir,” I answered.
“Sounds like you are.” He turned his head to take a look around my room.
“Why the hell isn’t this room clean?”
I looked with him. “It is clean. I cleaned it this morning. Mama said it
“Your mama?” He let out a scratchy, belly-deep laugh. “You really
listening to your mama? You know she doesn’t know shit! You can’t listen to
a damn thing that woman says. For one, she’s a goddamn liar.” I could see
his teeth when he spoke, slick and sharp. They reminded me of razors.
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