Jillian
My injury ended up getting infected and took longer than usual to heal. Still, this didn’t prevent my father from occasionally delivering his blows on me. At least he didn’t target my back as often. In the beginning Callum took care of dressing my wound whenever I was at school. But when I realized the wound was infected, I refused his help, constantly reassuring him that it was mostly healed now. Whether he caught on my lie or not, he didn’t continue insisting when he realized this was making me avoid him. I spent two miserable weeks, but my little moments with Callum made it more bearable. After three weeks, the wounds had turned into ugly scars. I booked an appointment with my usual laser surgeon as soon as I could to get rid of them. Ever since we were small, my father often m
