They Left Me, He Claimed My Heart

L BURG

ted it for me years ago, a trophy from one of his rare trips into the wilderness, a testament to hi

or are you just going to sit there like a statue?" He looked at me with open disgust, his lips curl

ing. "If you, by some twisted manipulation, manage

e flat, devoid of emotion. "Is tha

outh hanging slightly open. The air in

the same tone he used to calm me when I was a child. "Crystal, just tell us what yo

y stone in my chest. Would they even listen? Would they believe an

ter laugh es

ther everything." My fingers tightened around the rabbit fur. "I hate her. I hate her for taking all of you from me. I to

age, a vein throbbing in his

rous edge to it. "My father has always doted on me. All I ha

cing stare. "Your father isn' t a fool, Crystal. He would

nked the rabbit fur from the bundle, tossing it onto the floor at my feet.

ere grim, their disappointment a palpable weight in the roo