Cellie’s povMy feet were rooted to the ground, my heart hammering so hard, I could hear every beat pump in my ears, my mind was a choir of dissonance.“Hello, Cellie.” Gasper drawled, a fiendish glint in his eyes so subtle you’d have to look too closely to see. And almost no one else ever did, not my mother, not the neighbors, not the school teachers.Except me.Terror from the past took hold of me. I dug my nails into Demetrio’s arm, clinging to him, undoubtedly leaving marks with my fingernails.“Cellie, aren’t you going to greet your brother?” My mother said, stepping between the two of us, smiling like a Cheshire Cat, her eyes darting around us. It was clear she didn’t want her “perfect” family to appear just as it was— dysfunctional, disastrous.“Good to see you again sister,” Gasper smiled innocently at me, “your big brother is home.”Sister… brother… such laughable terms. Unsolicited memories of what my so called brother had done to me popped up in my head and I fought a shudd
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