Raelynn
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Three Years Ago, Age Fourteen.
"Another C in chemistry. I guess you were right—it's a family thing to suck at chemistry." I laugh nervously, trying to make conversation with my dad, but he ignores me, his gaze fixed on the TV. Some news station. He doesn't even like watching the news.
A sigh escapes me as I continue reading my report card to him, since he refused to take it from my hands. "B in English, as usual."
He gets up and walks past me to the freezer, taking out a carton of milk. My eyes widen in shock as I snatch it from his hand.
"What are you doing? You're lactose intolerant—"
SLAP!
My head snaps to the side from the force of his hand. Dad is a big guy, so the pain shouldn't be a surprise, bu
