With a smile, I took it. The pain, the agony, the misery. Just so it wouldn't go to her. When father said one of us could go to public schooling while the other had stay at home schooling. I made her go. My sister Erza. She hasn't faced the pain of his hate. And I hope to keep it that way. If she ever found out, anyone ever found out. Father vowed to kill her. As well as take down some of the staff with him before he killed himself to. He swore he'd never see the inside of a prison. He'd died and take people with him before that happened.
Honestly, I didn't care all too much if he killed me or if he died. But I know dead or not, I'd be heartbroken if the maids or Erza were to be harmed by that monster of a man. If anyone were to be abused or killed by that man, I'd prefer it to be me than anyone else. He could hit me with his fists, his boots, his belt. He could hold my head under the water. He could dig and dig and dig his sharp heels into the small of my back until I screamed.
And I would take it.
Because my love for my family was stronger than the hate of my father.
That I know is true.
That I know will forever be my duty.
After all, I must be a good sister, shouldn't I?
