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Chapter 13: Never Good Enough
Portman sat there quietly. He didn't know Fulton had another sister, hell he didn't even know about Frankie let alone the fact she was his best friends sister until she walked out of her bathroom when the Ducks went to see her that one day.
From what the D-5 Ducks told him he knew that Fulton kept his private life, well, private. They also said that he never liked talking about his time at home.
"You have an older sister?" Portman asked confused.
"…Had…we had an older sister" Fulton said as he buried his face in his hands, making sure not to cover his month so he could talk.
"…What happened to her?" Portman asked as he watched Fulton suddenly tense.
"She was murdered…by our father" he said after several long moments and by the near shaking Fulton was close to tears.
Now normally, Portman would call anyone that cried a pansy, but this, this was no laughing matter.
"I guess it'd be easier to start from the beginning. Our home isn't the best, my mom has to work two jobs and dad was an abusive alcoholic who couldn't hold a job. For awhile everything was fine, but ever since Frankie was born he seemed to hate her. He believed she wasn't his child because everyone in the family has dark brown eyes while Frankie has blue. He always said mom had cheated on him and that Frankie wasn't his, even though we were twins" he said as he paused for a long moment.
"He always said how she should have never been born. How she was weak that she wouldn't be good enough for anything" Fulton said as he lowered his hands onto his legs as he clinched his fists so tight that they were the color of snow as an angry expression crossed his features.
"He eventually started to beat Frankie for any little thing she did wrong and when he was alone with her head just beat her for the heck of it. Our mom was too afraid of our father, Lorain and I tried what we could to make it stop, but he never did" Fulton said as he looked at Portman who looked angry at what he was hearing.
"It went on for awhile until finally mom couldn't take it anymore and threw our dad's drunken ass out. We thought he was gone for good, but we were wrong. It happened some time before we were going to the Olympics to be Team USA and it's the reason why she didn't come with me" he said as he got a flashback of what happened that night.
Portman sat quietly as he clinched his fists tightly before turning to look down at Frankie as he felt a deep pain in his chest, not for himself, but for Fulton and Frankie.
Judging by Fulton's tone he knew full well that what he was about to hear wasn't going to be good, which only made the pain he felt for them worse. He let out a heavy sigh as he mentally tried to prepare himself for what he was about to hear.
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