My mother is screaming, and my father is yelling back at her, and I am bleeding. I think Mother hit me, but it might've been Father.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE!" Mother screeches. "THIS IS ON YOU, NOT ME!!!"
I cover my ears with a pillow and disconnect my phone line, just in case Tony calls. I hold my breath and sit as quietly as possible.
Fuck, why didn't I burn my goddamn report card?
***
Eight years earlier
"Mom, I got a 95 on my test!" Jeff said with a smile, holding up his test marked with dozens of checks.
"95??" she had said, annoyed. "You couldn't get an A+? Really??"
"I..." Jeff dropped his test. "B-but A is a good grade..."
"No it fucking isn't!" his mother said, getting angry. "If you can't get the best, why do you even fucking exist, huh?"
"I'm sorry."
"You should be," his father said, coming into the room. "Don't talk back. Go to your room."
"Yes, Father. I'm sorry."
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