CHAPTER 3

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WARNING!!! CHILD ABUSE WARNING!!! IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE FEEL FREE TO SKIP

 

Isabelle Grey POV

 

“See you tomorrow belle!” my best friend said and waved at me, then the school bus drove away.

 

“Bye!” I shouted and waved back with a smile on my lips.

 

I turned around and walk to the door I was about to open it when suddenly I heard a thud as something fell inside the house.

 

I have a bad premonition, I didn’t hesitate much and opened the door hurriedly.

 

What I saw terrified me , my sister Cristine who I thought was out of country with a decent job was here, in the house lying on the ground with bruises all over her body.

 

“Sister!!” I dropped my bag and forgot to close the door, I rush to my sister’s side and knelt down

 

I want to hug her but I am afraid of touching her wounds bringing her in so much pain.

 

Tears streaming down my eyes, I covered my mouth and sobbed

 

“What, w-what happened?” I asked in a soft tone trembling I stretched out my hand and touched her cheek

 

“sis-“ she struggled to talk but couldn’t finish her sentence and winced in pain,

 

The side of her mouth is bruised and swollen it turned into purple, her cheeks is also bruised, but it couldn’t hide her once beautiful face, her whole body is so skinny that it’s distressing. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

 

I brought my hand and wiped her tears tremblingly

 

“Shh it’s okay, it’s okay” everything will be fine

 

I couldn’t say the latter sentence and cried

 

“What’s this a sister reunion?” a low and deep voice sounded behind me

 

I trembled and turned around and hide my sister behind me reflexively,

 

“with your skinny body, you won’t be able to hide her, stupid” he said and laughed

 

 I really don’t wanna hear his voice it sounds so irritating i want to punch him.

 

I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth and glared at him “what did you do”

 

“Oh come on, is that how you speak to your father?” he said and walked slowly to our direction

 

“you still call your self our father!?! After all you did?! You fvcking sold my sister! You are worst than a beast! how could you! How could you..” I couldn’t finish my words as if something is stuck in my throat I couldn’t bring to say it

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