When I woke up again, Mr. David was sitting next to me, looking over something on a clipboard. Probably about how bad the damages to my body were.
"Hi..." I whispered out. From how quiet the room was, I knew he'd hear me.
Instantly, he looked up, his eyes an almost green color.
"Great Goddess! You're awake!" He lightly shouted, rushing to my side.
I winced somewhat, shifting away from him.
He noticed, and looked liked a pouting puppy.
"Jaxon..." He started softer, moving towards me in a more calmer fashion. "I looked over the report on your damages..."
The way he paused... I knew what was next, so I looked away, wincing.
"Your father abuses you doesn't he..."
I gulped lightly and didn't say anything. I had nothing to say... I really didn't.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" His voice sounded hurt... Like I betrayed him.
"I tried..." I started, my eyes squeezing closed. "I tried to tell so many people... I even tried to tell my sister once... But..." I took a deep breath, barely opening my eyes so I could just see his reaction. "But she was his favorite... She never knew the horrors me and my Mother saw... She never saw him kill her... And blame it on the man I could've proudly say was my Dad..."
His eyes seemed to have widen, but I doubt he ever liked my Father... Their first interaction seemed to have made him distrust him from the beginning.
In the end, I turned away from him, laying on my side. I didn't care if there was a broken rib or something on that side, I just didn't want to see his expression... I didn't want to see how he would look at me like I was just a weak kid... A kid who saw horrors beyond his years...
I didn't want to see his pity.
I didn't need it... I never have needed pity.
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Silenced
Про оборотнейSome of the most toughest people are just scared, sometimes they are scared of the person they're suppose to trust, or they're scared of themselves. Thing is, they're called tough because they act like nothing can get to them, using little emotion t...
