"Oana...what's wrong?" I whispered, crouching down in front of her. I was appalled to see her cry so hard.
Her face was red and I couldn't help but not notice the fingerprints on her pale skin. My scalp prickled, fury rippling down my body on seeing her so miserable. She was definitely younger than me, just like a younger sister. And if someone treated my little sister like that, I swear I would shred that person to tiny pieces.
"Oana...look at me," I pressed, tilting her face up. Her eyes were bleak and I was horrified to see a cut at the corner of her lip.
Fucking hell.
"Did Kai hit you?" I exclaimed. "Oana...tell me, please. Did Kai hit you? He treats you badly, doesn't he?" She didn't reply. She just kept sobbing like a little child and it broke my heart so much. I couldn't help
