Shinji: SurvivorsMy shoulders ached from the cane my dad had broken across my back. I was pretty sure I had another welt there, crossing the ones from the belting before. It was the first time he’d gone after me again before the previous wounds had healed, but this time he’d only hit me once. I’d have to keep wearing my shirt at the pool for even longer than planned. Wouldn’t do to have anyone ask questions, though I hated the thought that I might end up missing the chance to swim at the pool at least once before summer break.
“Shinji!” Taka called out to me as he darted from the store he worked at part-time. His relief was palpable. He’d probably sent me a bunch of texts and called, but I hadn’t been able to answer, which probably only left him more worried. Though he hadn’t said as much
