Chapter 8: Janette.

My parents are still and I feel like walking over and just ripping them apart with my bare hands.

How dare they.

How the fucking hell do they dare do this sort of thing to me!

Me!

Honey gold eyes catch mine and I see something like surprise flicker past in them. His gaze lingers on me before he takes it off but I can tell I'm playing my part well. It's easy to act angry when you are. The only thing that isn't easy is the bitterness at the back of my throat.

The tears prickling the back of my eyes.

The need to just break down and start crying. I have endured so much.

I have gone through years of abuse, mental and verbal battering. I have gotten slapped if my younger sister reports something she finds displeasing about my conduct. I have gotten hurt because of that bitch.

It's almost typical that they seek to hurt me even more the minute I try to flee from that life. The Dean clears his throat and clasps his hands together on the table.

"I really do not know what to say about all thi