Lucille’s pov I was already back at school. My dad had gotten a new place for me, he didn't want me anywhere near my mom. He had truly stepped up, transforming into a completely different father from the one I used to know. I remembered exactly how it all happened. The moment she demanded I stop seeing Marcella and apologize to Patrick, I stood up to her and finally found my voice. "No," I had said, my voice low but firm. "What did you say?" she asked, reaching out to grip my arm still holding my chin high. I forcefully pushed her hand aside. "No! No! Mom, No, I won't do it!" I yelled at her. She was visibly stunned by my reaction. Infuriated, she raised the spatula to strike me again. I shielded my face, bracing myself for the impact, but the blow never came. When I looked up, her hand was frozen in mid air. Slowly, she lowered her arm and withdrew. “Lucille, I am giving you two weeks, exactly fourteen days to end it," she said, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "If
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