Chapter 4: CHAPTER FOUR

"What are you waiting for? Wash yourself already. You’re disgusting." My mother’s voice was sharp, cutting through me like a blade. A towel hit my face before she turned and stormed out. She didn’t look at me. Not once. Because to her, I wasn’t her daughter anymore. I was a stain on her pride. Scalding water burned my skin, but no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t get rid of the filth. I dug my nails into my arms, scratching, tearing, but the shadow he left...