Prologue
A scream was what woke me.
I sat up quickly in bed, quickly trying to untangle myself from the blankets holding me captive. Quinton, I thought, throwing on a jacket. I rushed out of my room and into my little brothers' room, expecting to see him getting hit. With a sigh of relief, I saw he was alone, sitting up in his own bed with his dark, curly hair sticking up at all angles. I slowly walked into his room to get closer to him, and saw that he had been crying.
"Quinton?" I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He looked up at me with a quivering lip.
"I had a nightmare," he said, coming to sit next to me on his bed and wrapping his little arms around me. "It was about Mommy again." He told me, his voice muffled against my jacket. I picked him up and set him on my lap, stroking his hair softly as he continued. "She was getting chased by Daddy, and then he turned into a big monster and started chasing us instead. Mommy tripped and fell, and then she went to sleep, like she did last year." He said, staring at me with big, blue eyes, exactly like mine and how our mother's had been.
"Sweetie, you know I'll never let Daddy hurt you." I reassured him. His lip started quivering again.
"B-but then he hurts you!" Quinton said, poking the bruise I already had on my cheek. I flinched, and brought my own hand up to cover it.
"Yes, but I can handle it, okay?" I told him seriously. He nodded, and looked down. We sat there for a while, each lost in our own thoughts, and wrapped up in each other's arms. Finally, Quinton broke the silence.
"Harper?" He asked in a small voice. "I'm scared. Can you stay with me tonight?" I smiled gently at him.
"Of course," I said, lying down on his bed. He grinned and lay down beside me, quickly falling back to sleep. I sighed, watching his even breathing. Four more years, I thought to myself. Four more years and I can get us out of this hell.
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A/N - Welcome to my story! This is my first ever finished story, so it's not going to be very good, but I hope you'll bear with me. This story is finished already, so I'll be uploading based on votes. I'm not expecting much, so I'll post the first chapter at 10 votes. Or I might post before, I'm a very indecisive person. Either way, thank you for clicking on my story and at least giving it a chance!
~Liz
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