"You weren't there, Carlisle! You didn't have to hear it, feel it!" Tears well up, but that doesn't stop me; nor does Edward when he reaches out for me. I feel like I need to get this out… and so, I do.
"You didn't have to fucking do all the work around the house. You didn't have to make sure that you were Miss Goody-fucking-two shoes just to make sure your father didn't beat you!"
My chest is heaving with the force of my anger, but I'm not finished. Not yet. "I needed him. When my mother left, I fucking needed him. And instead of being the loving father that he always was, he turned around and beat me." I finger the crescent shaped scar on my wrist.
"You wanna know how I got this?" I ask, holding it up for him to see. My words are biting.
He nods.
Ok. Next chapters will come soon. Promise.
Told you you wouldn't want it last night.
In other news, I did my science assessment. It's my last BIG assessment, so I'm pretty much free now. No studying tonight, methinks!
Yay!
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