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He starts to reach for my gloved finger, but I move faster, taking a pin from my dress and aiming for his neck. He catches my wrist, laughing, and he takes the pin, tossing it toward the wall behind me. A sharp cry catches my attention and I see that it has been buried into my maid’s shoulder. Even the musicians have stopped playing. My eyes widen, and I start to ask her if she is alright, but Atticus grabs my chin, forcing my gaze back to him. “Do not play these games with me, dove. I don’t like them very much. There’s a maid for every act of defiance you put up, and from what I have seen, you’re the kind to care for their mortal lives.”

Unable to leave, she braved a quick glimpse up at her tormentor and was immediately entrapped by the swirling depths of disdain in his chillingly soulless eyes. "Cat got your tongue, freak?" Caleb taunted with a serpentine hiss. "Or are you just too scared to admit the truth - that you're a worthless, defective waste of—" The hard crash of a book against the desktop mercifully broke him off as Mrs. Wilkin entered with her signature disapproving look. "That's enough from you, Mr. Matthews," she reprimanded sharply. "Perhaps you'd like to share your insights on how To Kill A Mockingbird's exploration of societal injustice with the rest of the class?"

Her breath hitched slightly. He had never said it that directly before. “You don’t understand,” she whispered. “Then help me understand.” Her shoulders trembled slightly as she walked toward the window, staring at the rain like it held answers she couldn’t speak out loud. “When my dad died…” she began quietly, “…everything changed overnight.” Atticus stayed silent, giving her space to continue. “My mom… she stopped looking at me the same. My sister blamed me for things I didn’t even do. Our house stopped feeling like home.”

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Growing quiet, I wait as Atticus takes me in with an unreadable expression, and when he finally nods and gets up, I feel like maybe we are slowly going back to how we were. “You heard the lady,” Atticus says, kneeling in front of August. “Either you give us answers or I’ll make your death long and painful. What do you say?"

Third Person's POV Atticus looked at the people they passed while walking down the hall. He took note of how large the pack house was. The hall leading from the stairs all the way to the back door was long. There are doors all along the hall and Atticus wondered what they were for. The back door flies open and two little boys come racing in. Atticus watches, surprised as the children scream and giggle as they run down the hall while being chased by a small Omega with white hair.

The neighbors were already outside, eavesdropping on the commotion. "What?" I halted right in the midst of it all, shooting them an angry glare. "What are you gawking at now? There's nothing left in there. Those two young girls are---ar---re all shattered. I endured torment after torment for something I didn't do, while you all, dirty-mouthed folks, just spread baseless rumors. You accused an 18-year-old of ensnaring a full-grown man while he reveled in his life to the hilt," I screamed, my face turning crimson. They all averted their gaze when Atticus emerged from the house with a shovel in his hand. "And the other on---e," I whispered, tears streaming uncontrollably.