Beneath The Ice : Claimed By My Stepbrother
Lioraclaimed by my stepbrotherbullied by my stepbrother: claimed by his touchfalling for my stepbrothermated to my obsessive step-brother
Skates on, tape checked, stick in hand, like repetition could fix anything in me that wasn’t already functioning properly.
Ice hit under me and for a moment it actually felt like something loosened, just slightly, like my body remembered what it was supposed to do even if my brain refused to cooperate.
One lap.
Then another.
Then drills I wasn’t even planning, just instinct, just habit, just trying to burn something out of my system that didn’t want to leave.
But it stayed anyway.
Because of course it did. Noah’s face kept showing up in fragments I didn’t ask for.
The way he looked at me earlier.
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