She shouted in disappointment, “Felicia, how could you do that? If you needed money, couldn’t you have come to us? Why’d you go behind our backs and disgrace yourself? You’ve brought shame on the Fullers.”
Here it was again, the same story. Dexter and Myra had always believed Kayla’s words of slander both in this life and the last, regardless of how fishy the accusations might sound.
They never bothered to ask or verify the truth before resorting to slapping and scolding her. If that was the case, what else was there to say?
Felicia’s eyes sharpened, and she caught a fleeting look of smug satisfaction on Kayla’s face. She grabbed Kayla by the collar with a cold smile and began slapping her mercilessly.
As she did, she chided, “Making up stories, huh? Twisting the truth, huh? You’re filthy inside and out, so you assume everyone must be just as filthy as you are!”
Each slap was harder than the one Myra had given Felicia earlier. The slaps sounded crisp and clear in the car, mixed with Kayla’s cries of pain.
The scariest part was Felicia’s eyes fixed on Myra and Dexter while her hands were busy slapping Kayla.
Her once clear eyes now glinted with violent rage and madness. It was a look that made it impossible to meet her gaze.
Myra was stunned. She instantly realized what was going on and started panicking. Then, she cried out in fear, “Licia, stop it. We can talk this out, but please don’t hit her.”
Talk this out? Felicia scoffed and continued her rampage without stopping for a second.
She even replied, “Mrs. Fuller, that wasn’t what you said when you slapped me. Kayla slandered me, and you didn’t hesitate to hit me without asking for an explanation. Why?”
“You could have explained. You can’t do this even if there was a misunderstanding or if I wronged you. Myra’s voice grew softer as she spoke, while Felicia’s eyes grew colder.
“You a
accuse me of doing something I didn’t, and you’re expecting me to explain myself? So if Kayla had accused me of stealing food, would I have to cut open my stomach to prove my innocence?”
Felicia fumed. Her rage seemed to almost tear the car roof off.
Myra shuddered and finally broke down. “Licia, I’m sorry. It was my fault, and I made a mistake…”
“That’s not enough. I haven’t proved my innocence yet
With that, Felicia repeatedly banged Kayla’s head against the car door and shouted, “Tell me! You said you saw me getting out of a man’s car, and what then? How did you jump to the conclusion that I’m out there sleeping around huh!”
Kayla was disoriented from the slaps and could hardly speak between the sobs and pleas. “Mom…. Help me… Ah!”
Myra tried to intervene several times in the cramped space of the car but was too frightened by Felicia’s murderous glare.
Dexter was lost in his world and consumed by worries about going to prison. He seemed oblivious to the
chaos around him.
In desperation, Myra stomped her feet and shouted for dared not move upon receiving a terrifying look from Fr
Felicia’s eyes blazed with fury as she yanked on Kayla Did you see me with anyone? Answer me!”
“No… I didn’t…” Kayla wailed. Her face was covered in Felicia sneered. “If that’s the case, why did you say I we
