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 heart sink.

breathe and count to ten. Please don’t hit me, I think to myself,

Maybe there was something else

as I flinch, waiting for the inevitable slap or punch

surprise, it didn’t come. I start to relax even though I

me.

and tosses the book. I catch it awkwardly

all I can

for

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

in his gaze for a moment or was I hallucinating? Since when does he show even

enough to shock me. He bites his lip as he gets up and

hit me but again he catches me by

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

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

last thing I need to deal with today, even though I’m used to it now. Then, just like that, he’s gone. I’m astonished by his concern, but it’s fleeting as I feel dread rise in my gut. There would only be one reason father is

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

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