Zoe holds my left arm, and Mom holds my right. They are the only things keeping my on my feet.
"You have to at least try." Aunt Midnight says oblivious to my pain.
"It hurts." I whimper like a puppy that just got his tail stepped on. Drawing my breath in and not letting it out for fear of more pain.
"Stop this, Midnight." Mom says, preparing to put my throbbing body back on the floor.
"No. It's got to happen sometime. You want a pansy as a daughter, I do not want one as a niece." The words sting worse than my back.
"Is that what I look like?" I ask, looking at my aunt with eyes of stone. Mom's hands grow hotter by the minute.
"You think she's weak? She just got home from saving your nieces for God's sake! She's twelve years old Midnight! Twelve! You cannot expect her to take this! She's been through too much as it is! YOU DON'T DARE INSULT HER NOW! NOT EVER! SHE SAVED YOU TOO AND YOU KNOW IT!" My Aunt yells at her sister-in-law for the first time I've ever heard. Aunt Midnight looks taken aback.
"I'm not saying she's weak. I'm saying she has to learn to face this. I'm not insulting her! I'm making her better, and you know it!" She storms out, but stops at the threshold.
"Let her down then. When she needs the splint out, don't ask me." She crosses it and walks upstairs to the house. Zoe grabs under my arms and I let myself fall onto her, eyes closed. I tried to keep myself up, but I couldn't. I really am weak then. I start crying out of both physical and emotional pain. She won't even help me anymore.
"Kenny, it's okay." Dad whispers in my ear. I shake my head 'no'.
"You shouldn't have done that. It was fine, I should've tried harder." I hit the floor carefully. Mom goes to find Midnight, Brynna and Zoe go to guard them just in case. Queenie rushes to aid them, but Zoe sends her back in with us. She snorts and stomps back to me and plops down on the floor.
"She's wrong." Queenie mutters angrily. I suck up my nose.
"No she's.........not," I answer, trying my best to let the pain leave my body quicker, "I can't even walk, how am I supposed to do anything?" I ask, turning my head to look her in the eye. She doesn't answer me.
"You'll be better. Just wait." Dad says back for Queenie.
Mom screams upstairs, then Brynna. Fear pangs in all our hearts. Travis grabs a gun and a knife from the wall and runs upstairs. Evelyn stays down here with us, while Dad and Bex run upstairs too. They're fighting with someone. The problem is, who is it? The even bigger problem is, who is winning?