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Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Trauma

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"When I was approximately eight years old, I got terribly sick with the flu. I had a high fever and could not keep anything down. Emma made this soup; I'm not sure what was in it, but it smelled dreadful. She attempted feeding it to me, but I declined. I was so tired and nauseous. "I just wanted to sleep." Blair's voice broke. I rubbed his hand with my thumb, providing subtle support. "She became enraged.

Said I was being ungrateful and disobedient. She pushed my nose closed and attempted to pour the soup down my throat. I went into a panic. Couldn't breathe. I lashed out and knocked the bowl out of her grasp. The soup spread everywhere. She was infuriated. She..." He trailed off, trembling. I waited with my heart beating.

"She locked me inside my room. No food or water. He said I could come out when I was ready to behave. I had been in there for two days before my folks discovered me. "Oh, Blair," I muttered in horror. "That's... it's abuse. Do you
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