"I don't know how you get hurt every week, little lady? You really are a trouble magnet." Dennis said when I walked inside his cabin with half of my cheek swollen by the consecutive slaps, Mr. Hughes gave me. My sweat-shirt was soaking in blood. I wasn't even in very good condition to even joke with him.
"It wasn't her fault this time." Mr. Demetrius defended me, not even looking at me, as he looked at his brother. The dark look Mr. Demetrius passed his brother, made Dennis look at me seriously as he gently patted my head, and my eyes closed as I felt the gentleness of Dennis through his affectionate gesture.
"Are you okay, Valeria? Did something bad happen? Who hurt you, child?" Dennis asked me. No matter how gentle his tone was, I noticed something dark radiating off his voice. He was
