The Girl Who Died Twice: A Reckoning
ily. That night, I locked my bedr
etermination, or rather, C
copied my k
tallic taste in my mouth. My l
er me, his face a mas
arah," he hissed. "Chloe
. He dr
n't obey. He half-dragged, half-carried me o
se. She'd be playing the innocent, wo
reyhound bus, shoving
he highway. My head throbbed, the drug slowly wearing
as in control.
al grogginess faded, le
t hungry. He eyed the small bag of snacks Mom always
he demanded, reac
would have cowere
I snatched
my voice surpr
t be a brat, Sara
d my voice, loud enough for t
always trying to take my fo
isle looked over, frowning. An o
ed. "Shut up," he m
al tears of frustration, but useful now. "Just because you're my
pathetically. "Young man, leave your l
rs murmured th
k in his seat, de
of crackers, eating slowl
mistreated younger sister. Passengers offered me sympa
asingly disheveled and sullen. He ha
d. He was starting to look l
ly what I wanted w
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