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

I see it. He holds up a book and I feel

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

me alone? Maybe there was something else he wanted,

even as I flinch, waiting

surprise, it didn’t come. I start to

me.

says and tosses the book. I catch it

back to straight but so painful it is all I can do not cry out in pain. He

for a

was silence and I see something flash in my brother’s eyes. I blinked, astonished. Had I

I hallucinating? Since

enough to shock me. He bites his

to just leave, or hit me but

he mutters under his breath, my ears straining

trying to warn me and I feel my

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 home this early and it’s because he’s either left work early or because, once

hands against the door and just give vent to the feelings I

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