Chapter 2: The Blow That Broke the Silence
The world tilted before I understood what had happened. A burst of white pain filled my vision, and my chair tipped backward so fast that the ceiling became the floor.
I hit the hardwood hard enough to lose the room for a moment. Voices blurred above me. My mother stood over me, breathing like someone who believed violence was a form of discipline. In her hand was the heavy iron wrench my father had left on the sideboard after pretending to fix a cabinet hinge.
For one second, nobody moved.
Then Madison laughed.
“At least you’re finally pretty now,” she said, clutching Travis’s arm as if this were entertainment. Travis joined her, his laughter deep and easy, like my pain was nothing more than a joke at dinner.
I tried to crawl away, but my father caught my wrists. His grip said what his mouth never needed to say: in this house, I was not a daughter. I was the family target… Continue Reading ⬇️
