*** Aurora’s POV***
*Trigger warning: Violence depicted*
I start talking quickly before I lose the courage to tell him about the shameful carving on my body.
“My mom was never a really a drinker when I was growing up, but then Dad died and she-,” I begin, unsure of what I’m saying. “S-she needed to grieve.”
Oliver tenses up so I place a hand on his cheek to let him know that I’m ok.
“She would drink until she blacked out then take out all her anger on me. I’m sure if I were to ask her today about what she did to me, she wouldn’t even remember half of it,” I sigh. “This one time, I came home from school with a bruise on my neck. A couple of kids had slammed my head against the lockers and one of the locker knobs was smashed up against my neck and made this big ol' bruise,” I laugh bitt
