Chapter 6

Winter’s POV

I don’t know how much more of everything I can possibly take. Every day it’s the same old story, the same boring

routine and the bruises that never seem to fully heal, before they are taken over by new ones, either from my brother

or my father, let alone the kids at school. I’m currently in the shower frantically trying to wash my hair due to the

soda it took earlier during the day. It’s so sticky and horrible, even smells slightly and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. At

this rate, it might take another shower later to get it fully out of my hair. Or I’ll have to cut it, something I flat out

refuse to do no matter how long it takes to get this bloody stuff out.

Finally, I’ve done what I can to get rid of the sticky residue and I step out, stopping short as I see none other than

my brother Damien sitting on my bed, looking amused at my terror. There’s a broad smile on his face and linstantly

feel my

I silently breathe and count to ten. Please don’t hit

there was something else he wanted, but I very much

Damien says, sounding impatient even as I flinch, waiting for the inevitable slap or punch that

I start to relax even

me.

to give you my homework” he says and tosses the book. I catch it

bent back to straight but so painful it is all I can do not cry

narrowed for a

flash in my brother’s eyes. I blinked, astonished.

or was I hallucinating?

his lip as he gets up and ambles

just leave, or hit

of warning” he mutters under his breath, my ears straining as I heard

almost as though he’s trying to warn me

concern, but it’s fleeting as I feel dread rise in my gut. There would only be one reason father is home this early and it’s because he’s either left

hands against the door

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