The Truth Behind These Bruises

by almost.writer

I tugged gently at the sleeve that covered the secrets that colored my arms underneath. Ever since my mother had passed, my father never stopped drinking. He focused all his anger on me leaving discolored spots to decorate my arms. The scab-like strokes around my wrist were my own doing. Somehow, hurting myself just helps me learn my lesson. Whatever I'm supposed to be learning.

14. Author's Note: New Sequel!

A/N: Hello! I made a sequel to this fanfic. I'm super excited to really get started on it and I have posted the first chapter already. It's called The Truth Behind My Past. I believe this fanfic is going to be really fun to write and I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you all so much!

-Beth (◕‿◕✿)