I knew it. They knew. They had to have known and they'd be closing in. They're coming to take me away. What will I tell my sisters? They're not ready to know about that night. We were abused and I did what I had to. We had nowhere to run or anyone to turn to. I had no choice. It was either that she hurt them or I kill her. Something in me was broken but, if something happened to my sisters—I snapped. The rabbit got the gun and used it. I don't remember how many shots or what I've done with the gun but I know, for once, I wasn't covered in my own blood. I tossed match and there was blowback.
They're alright now. I thought about fleeing but I couldn't bring myself to jeopardize what they have nor could I bring myself to leave them. Maybe leaving would spare them from the suffering that would come. They're really all I have and, if anything, I'd hope the heartbreak would kill me. Seeing them in pain was already horrid enough. I don't know how they'd be able to face what happened that night or if they'd be able to. I don't know how I'd be able explain what happened. I snapped and Mother would stop hurting us once and for all. They saw me. I was spattered in her blood and I didn't give an explanation. I wore those blood spattered clothes throughout our travels. I don't even know if I got rid of them but I know I was still wearing them.
I found myself screaming. Screaming, weeping, practically screeching for reasons I couldn't really identify, rather, vocalize. They know. They know. THEY KNOW! By a point, Miss Sukuyo wondered if I should go to a hospital for a bit but I protested this, telling her that I was fine. I was lying. I've lied to her before. I lied to my sisters. I've especially lied to Nonon. I've lied by omission. I was going to be a reason why my sisters lose the only good home we've had.
Maybe the truth would set us free. Or would it destroy what's left of us?