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Chapter Fifteen<3

Chapter Fifteen<3

Bree couldn't visit the next day, the storm was so bad she was unable to even take her dog out for a little while; A few sheets of news paper had to make do.

The man she graciously took into her small home helped to clean around the cold rooms, attempting to find any kind of repayment to show his gratitude. She had denied any allegations that he was a burden, and claimed she enjoyed his company. A smile had warmed his frost-bitten face and she mirrored his gesture.

Bree often found her mind wandering aimlessly through the past. It sieved through the memories that haunted her day by day. The memories that will never fade, will never cease to exist. 

Her sister's pale face passed her in the busy corridors as cold, demeaning stares followed the troubled teen. The head of black hair hung limp and the many piercings showed through the thin wisps. Bree had no knowledge of how bad things were getting for leannea as the girl slowly fell further and further into the darkness with every insult and bruise she received. Usually, Bree strolled home alone, briskly making her way down the familiar, trouble-prone streets with not so much as a glance stolen from any passer by. That day, however, was different. Leannea's shoulders hung heavy with defeat and her lips trembled with the everlasting grief. Cynical laughter echoed around her and Bree cautiously followed her limping sibling. Concealed in the darkness of the now unlit hallways, Bree witnessed something she had never seen before. Her wide eyes watched, horrified, as the laughter grew in frequency and amplitude, morphing into a shrill shriek before a hand wound itself into the brunette hair of the girl desperately attempting to escape the claws. Pointless pleas never dared echo louder than a whisper; Leannea knew that this was routine.  Bree remained motionless and a soft whimper fell from the younger girl's lips as the hand tightened it's grip on her sister's hair and began to pull her towards the open door. 

Darkness began to engulf the late night sky; both Bree and Leannea stayed late at school because of the lack of protection they both had. Both girls were mere rogues in the high school, having no friends, not even one male acquaintance willing to protect them from the outside world. This made sneaking out at night to journey home the safest solution. With small, slim figures they could blend into the many surrounding bushes and alleyways without drawing too much unwanted attention to themselves. 

Chills immobilized Bree's body from trailing the group surrounding the small girl. Her left hand fumbled with her many bracelets and her right gripped the old strap of her worn school bag. Blood surfaced as she gnawed on her bottom lip continuously, anxious as to what her next move would be. 

Does she follow?

Or does she call for a spiteful, careless and self-centered member of staff and beg for their help? 

The young girl's curiosity won over and adrenaline coursed through her veins as shrill cries, both snide and pain-filled, overrode the buzz pulsating in her ears. Bree willed her feet to comply. Slowly, she edged forward, uncertain and shaking. 

 'One step. 

Two step. 

Three. 

Four step.

Five step.

It's as easy as your A, B, C's.' 

Six step.

Seven step. 

Eight.

Nine step.

Ten step.

You're doing great.'