Locked In The Adhesive Closet

Summary

The day my little brother, Andy, had his asthma attack, I poured every drop of his nebulizer medicine down the sink.

My mom burst into the bathroom while the bottle was still dripping in my hand.

She clutched Andy, who was gasping for air, and slapped me across the face.

"You're only eight years old, how can you be this evil? Would it make you happy if he died?" she screamed.

I wanted to tell her that the medicine was wrong.

The bottle smelled like harsh bleach. The new nanny, Mrs. Gable, h