“Exactly what I said. You’re the one who doesn’t know when to quit fighting. Don’t know when to quit drinking.” I watched as Pop’s eyes blazed with fire and hatred, a dangerous combination. “You say it’s my fault Mama left, but it isn’t nobody’s fault but yours. She left because you’re a bastard. Nothing more. Nothing less.” I continued glaring at him as my feet moved my body up three more steps. “And one day, when I can survive on my own, I’ll leave you too.”
