Penny For Your Thoughts? [unedited]

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*Penny's POV*

He hit me. Oh my god, he hit me.
After he left, I ran to the bathroom, where I've been power crying on the toilet for ten minutes.
What was I going to do?
Definitely not tell my brothers. If there was one thing Tobias Weaver was good at, it was keeping his promises, or rather, his threats. If I told the boys, or even Jas, they'd confront him and it'd be all over for them. I'm not going to be responsible for making my siblings life a living hell. I refuse to put them through that. Just because my life sucks, doesn't mean theirs have to too.

I wiped the tears off my cheeks, one of them still red and stinging and probably bruising, before putting on a strong face.

There was a sudden knock at the door, startling me half to death.

"Did you fall in?" I heard Winn's voice from the other side.
I cleared my throat, hoping he couldn't tell that I was crying through my quivering voice.

"Uh- I'm good! I'll be out in a minute." I told him while getting up to look into the mirror.

"Alright." He replied as I heard his footsteps retreat. His answer seemed hesitant, but he gladly let it go.

I wiped off a few more escaped tears before fixing my hair and straightening myself out. I caught a glimpse of my cheek. It was already turning a bright shade of red, soon to be purple. I definitely couldn't walk into the Theater room all happy-go-lucky as if I didn't have a bruise the shape of a handprint on my cheek.
Slowly and careful, I opened the bathroom door. I checked in both directions, making sure no one was around. My purse, which contained my makeup bag, was on the kitchen counter.
I quietly tip toed out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen, where I was successfully able to grab my bag and run back to the bathroom.
I locked the bathroom door behind me, making sure no one could walk in on me covering what my father had done.
With a little foundation and a ton of concealer, I was able to hide the bruise.
I sighed, trying to mentally prepare myself to walk into the theater room with a brave face like nothing ever happened.

I held my shoulders back and my head up high as I walked out of the bathroom and towards the theater room. I walked through the arch way, coming upon the sight of my siblings relaxing and watching the end of the movie. I quietly walked in and took a seat, hoping to go unnoticed. Unfortunately, I caught Benny's attention.

"Hey, you good?" He asked, also signaling the rest of my siblings to look at me.

I shrugged, trying my hardest to keep my composure.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good. Perfectly okay. Why?"

Benny's eyebrows furrowed and I could tell he was suspicious. Maybe I was playing is a little too cool.

"What did Dad say?"