ELLA
My step-mother’s treatments weren’t something I was foreign too. Punishments, chores, everything she did. I was used to all of it.
But there was something about the way she’d said that word. It broke the last thread of self-control I’d been holding on to.
“And?” I gently let go of Liam. “And?”
She c****d her head slowly. “What’s that got to do with me? I sent you on a simple errand, and you come back empty-handed with some bullshit story on how you were attacked? Am I supposed to believe that rubbish?”
My hands trembled by my side. “Is that really all you’ve got to say? He got stabbed, and you’re really worried about groceries?”
Something snapped in her expression, and anger instantly filled her eyes. In a flash, she crossed the room and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
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