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

when I see it. He holds up a book and I feel my heart

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

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

as I flinch, waiting for the inevitable

my surprise, it didn’t come. I start to relax even though I know that it’s possible he’ll

me.

and tosses the book. I catch it awkwardly and he

straight but so painful it is all I can do not cry out in

for

was silence and I see something flash in

I hallucinating? Since when

bites his lip as he

expecting him to just leave, or hit me but again he catches me by

mutters under his breath, my ears

to warn

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

frustration, bang my hands against the

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