“Are you fucking blind?” he roared. Swinging around to face them, he gently brushed my hair off my face and pointed to me. “She is bleeding,” Joey snarled, pointing to my face. “Shannon. Your daughter!” “Shannon,” Mam wept as she cringed in horror. “Oh, baby, your face.” I didn’t care what I looked like anymore. It didn’t matter. Because my mother had just ended my world. She went to him.
