DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER
I just stood in the shadows for a long time, listening to the muffled sounds of my mom crying downstairs and the low, calm rumble of Chadwick’s voice.
"How did I even get here?" I said to myself.
I stripped off my ruined clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red, trying to wash away the smell of that basement, the feeling of Miguel’s fingers on my chest, and the heat of the explosion. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I still felt dirty. I felt like the fire had left a layer of ash on my soul that would never come off. Did Chadwick really kill those people? He's a ki
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