Raven POV
Possible Trauma Triggers
Twenty minutes later, I stood at the kitchen counter preparing the steaks for the oven. He had gone to the living room and now had a sports game of some sort blaring on the TV. After sliding the tray of meat into the oven, I went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I took a few deep breaths, trying to hold back the tears that burned behind my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. What I saw looking back at me was the hollowed-out version of what I used to be. I may have come from what the people in my hometown called the trashy family, but I was smart. I had worked hard to show everyone that I was nothing like my parents. That I was going to make something of myself. But if I was so smart, why did I stop to say goodbye to my
