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

a book and I feel my heart sink. I’ve got so much homework already

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

there was something else he wanted, but

impatient even as I flinch, waiting

to

me.

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

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

for

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

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

shock me. He bites his lip as he gets up and ambles towards the

or hit me but again

his breath, my ears straining as I heard his words

warn me and I feel my heart skip a beat. Great,

concern, but it’s fleeting as I feel dread rise in my gut. There would only be one reason father is home

against the door and just give vent to the feelings I

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