"You... dared to slap me?"
he stuttered, his voice low and menacing.
Ivanna's hand remained clenched,
ready to strike again –
she wanted to yell:
"You're so hateful, stay away from me!"
But silence trapped the furious words inside her.
She raised her hand again for another slap,
but Ethan was ready this time –
he caught her wrist in a tight grip.
"Ha! Look at you...
daring to hit me?"
he sneered, pulling her closer.
But Ethan's triumph was short-lived as
a sudden force landed squarely on his lower abdomen,
making him double over in pain.
Ivanna didn't see what his face was like after she hit him,
but she seized the opportunity to break free –
she twisted her wrist out of Ethan's grasp
and delivered another kick to his stomach as if satisfying her inner feelings.
Then, she turned and ran down the stairs,
the injured cat clutched tightly in her arms,
the kittens following closely behind,
meowing softly as if sensing their mother's distress.
