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

when I see it. He holds up a book and I feel my heart sink.

Please don’t hit me,

there was something else he wanted, but

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

my surprise, it didn’t come. I start to relax even though I know that it’s possible

me.

says and tosses the book. I

bent back to straight but so painful it is all I can do

for a

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

a moment or was I hallucinating? Since when does

shock me. He bites his

to just leave, or hit me

under his breath, my ears straining as I heard his words

breathes, almost as though he’s trying to warn me and I

feel dread rise in my gut. There would only be one reason

scream in frustration, bang my hands against the door and just give vent to the feelings I hide

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