Iris:
Flashback:
"So what if your brother killed someone? He was no one. Why are you acting like his life is more important than your brother's?" my mother screamed at me as I stood in front of her, tearing up.
My brother had just killed my best friend, and my mother did not seem to care.
I had realized my brother was a danger to everyone, but she would not see it.
Robin was just a fourteen-year-old like me.
He had a father who would be waiting for him at home, but he was never going to come back.
I started to cry hysterically in front of my mother.
"Justice should be served," I said.
As soon as I said that, she smacked me hard against my chest once again, and I swallowed.
