This is Libba Bray's. Not mine. So don't steal! The characters, the plot, the whole book is hers.
Hiding my true feelings. It's what I'm good at. I do not have to show what I really feel. Not at all. It's entirely my own business, no one else's. No one should try to get into it. Father said that he was sorry, and I accept it.
Which is why I got angry with Gemma. Which is why I yelled at her, why I pretended that everything was all right at first. Why I acted purely innocent.
Later I wondered if she really was sorry, about what my father does to me. The memories are coming back, though, and I wonder if I really have accepted that father is sorry. Is he? The question swirls in my mind.
The tears wouldn't stop. How could Gemma see me like this? And, oh God, why should she know? She is the powerful Gemma, she has no worries. I hate her. It is amazing how one moment, I could love her, and the next, I'm hating her, wishing for
her death.
So that is why I'm hiding from her when she comes. What does she want with me? She lies about the book. I have never lent her a book.
When Shames come in and tells me that Gemma is there, I hiss. "Tell her I am out."
He looks confused, but leaves to tell her that. I get up and stare outside, until
Gemma comes out of the house. She starts to turn, and I duck behind a curtain, but not fast enough.
"Damn you," I'm snarling. I peek up again to watch them talking. About me, most likely. Gemma looks again, and this time I'm quicker. I'm down in an instant…but then I find I'm crying, letting the tears flow over my cheeks, and I sit down on the floor and let the tears flood.
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