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

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

alone? Maybe there was something else he wanted, but I

I flinch, waiting for the inevitable slap

forth coming. To my surprise, it didn’t come. I start to relax even though I know that

me.

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

all

narrowed for a

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

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

comes to me? It’s enough to shock me. He bites his lip

him to just leave, or hit me but

my ears straining as I heard his

to warn me and I feel my heart skip a

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 again, he’s lost his

my hands against the

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