She goes to school covered in bruises. "I'm just clumsy." she promises. No one asks questions. Her boyfriend, doesn't quite believe her, but there is nothing much he can do. Everyday she is scared to walk through her front door. She is scared to even look her brother in the eye.
This has been going on for years, ever since their parents died. And her brother has been taking it all out on her. But she is tired of this. She is tired of crying herself to sleep at night. She is tired of waking up with sore muscles, and aching bones. She is tired of being pounded on for her parents death, though it wasn't even her fault.
She does speak up. She ends up wishing she didn't.
Hello! This was my first story on Wattpad and it's a piece of crap so, yeah. It's not written very well, in the beginning, but the ending is good, so I won't take it down, but thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy!
There is a sequel!
Cover by @nerdy_jags