Danielle
The next day, I wake up to my brother standing next to my bed.
I jerk up scared and move away from him as fast as I can, ripping up my wounds in the process.
As I’m trying to flee another punishment, I feel the wet sensation of my blood impregnating my skin, but I couldn’t care less.
“How did the bastard get the idea to ask you?” he snarls, looking ready to rip me apart.
I don’t get his eloquently posed question, so I already prepare for the blow as I ask him, “What do you mean?”
“Don’t try to play dumb, stupid bitch.” He grabs my ankle, pulling me back into his reaching radius, making me cry out in pain because of the pressure exerted on my injuries. Getting into my face, he adds, “How did the bastard get the idea you could guard his money?”
He reeks of whisky and my
