She walked out of the car. Scratches upon her legs. Bruises lay on her arms. This wasn't because she fell. It wasn't from a bully. It was someone whom she was taught to love and respect. Skylar walked into class with long sleeves and pants, even though it was 96 degrees. She didnt want more people to laugh. She didnt want more people to pity her because she knew she was a hero. She kept her brothers safe. Safe from the true monster. Not some oger, not some dragon from a fairytale. It was her younger brotherś father, her stepfather. Skylarś relationship with her stepfather was great, whenever her mom was around. Her mom loved him. Until the day before Christmas Eve. That was when all of Hell broke out of the gate.All Rights Reserved