I reach the bottom and smash into him with my fists as hard as I can. He falls and I can't believe he goes down that easy, caught off balance.
"You care about nothing, you piece of shit!"
I'm on the verge of tears, like I always seem to be these days, and I hear the catch in my voice and I hate myself for it. He throws me off him and I can tell there is a fury in him.
"Never," he tells me in a tone full of ice, "under-estimate who or what I care for.

Auteur: Melina Marchetta