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

holds up a book and I feel my

Please don’t hit me, I think to myself, I’m still

alone? Maybe there was something else

as I flinch, waiting

start to relax even though I know that it’s possible

me.

he says and tosses the book. I catch it awkwardly and

fingers having been bent back to straight but so painful it is all I can

narrowed for a

silence and I see something flash in my

I hallucinating?

me? It’s enough to shock me. He bites his lip as he gets

leave, or hit me but again he

ears straining as I heard his words “father’s

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

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 work early

against the door and just give vent to the feelings

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