Winter's pov"No, Brody, I swear!" Mom's voice spewed out in a shaky pathetic plea. She shifted backward, her trembling hands raised in front of her chest like a damn shield, as though that would stop Brody from attacking her. "I'm not leaving you! I would never leave you, you know that! Please, I swear on my life, I-""Shut the fuck up, you damn whore!" he roared, cutting her off. He shoved Sophia down onto the stained couch so roughly that I thought he had hurt her. My fingers gripped the door handle, straining against it as I fought to stay in the shadows. The sudden drop clearly jolted Sophia and her frantic whimpers exploded into a sharp piercing shriek of fear."Shut up, you fucking brat!" Brody snapped, casting his terrifying, bloodshot glare toward the couch. He raised a massive, scarred fist into the air, hovering it over my fifteen-month-old sister. "I said be quiet!"My heart skipped painfully against my ribs and I gasped sharply. "Brody, please! She's just scared, don't
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