Dream Girl Over Sister
She screamed, lunging at Mitchell in a fit of hysteria, but he watched her coldly as she was dragged into a car—the same car that had once taken me to that dreadful school.
"My sister suffered," he said icily. "Now, it's your turn."
As my body slowly healed, I resumed my studies in college, piecing together the life I had left behind.
I made new friends and started over, slowly stitching the fragments of my soul back together.
But I couldn't bring myself to return to that house. It suffocated me.
Every month, Mitchell sent me large sums of money. He told me he had given me everything he earned.
On holidays, he would timidly ask if I would come home, his voice fragile and desperate.
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