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Trigger warning! Signs of physical abuse.
Rocking my baby
Let's break your mind
Your wails and your horrors
Will become mine
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Rosalinda's head rested against the window, the scenery a blur of browns, greens and black against the grey sky. Her bones felt like lead, and terror careen through her while her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as her limbs trembled.
Please let mom be home.
She swallowed thickly as Dominic pulled into the driveway of the two story colonial home. It wasn't bad. She didn't do anything wrong. Rachel climbed out of the front passenger seat and slammed the door before grabbing her things from the trunk. Rosalinda had yet to move from her seat, and she bit her nails as anxiety tore through her. Just breathe girl. Everything's fine. She groaned inwardly when Dominic gave her a brief nod and sped away. What happened to spending quality time with the family before the semester starts? She was starting to think he didn't come home for a reason.
She crept inside hoping to avoid everyone and disappear into her room. Where was mom? Was she not home? Rachel's voice reached her ears as she blabbed about Rosalinda's promiscuity. Fantastic. She wanted to rip her hair out as fury raged through her. At least she found a job. It's legit, right? She certainly hoped so. Well, his beautiful face told her it was legal. He was a Novak! They couldn't be operating some prostitution ring. They had too much money for such dastardly deeds. More importantly, how was she going to get back and forth to work?
Her father's gruff voiced reached her ears. Uh oh, time to disappear. Terror tore through her. Was she breaking out in hives? She squashed the fear eating away stomach. Hearing her name, she moved towards the keeping room.
