Nythera Posted April 30, 2010 Report Share Posted April 30, 2010 Kottan put her head in her hands and began to cry. She couldn't escape her past, and even if she could, her body would always bear the marks he'd left on her. She remembered everything, as if it had just happened moments before. She'd come home from school, an eight-year-old, only a minute or two late, and her father would get angry. He'd insult her, then he'd beat her, leaving her sobbing weakly on the floor until Ayo came home. Her sister would always find her there, every day, bleeding, her white hair messy and tangled, her violet eyes bloodshot. Ayo didn't know what was happening to Kottan, the little sister she loved, but she was desperate to help her. Kottan would always paste a look of false happiness on her face, laugh, and say she'd be all right. Kottan knew, intuitively, that her father would kill her if she told Ayo anything at all. As she grew older, things became steadily worse, going so far that Kottan took to wearing long clothing, even in hot weather. Ayo kept asking: Kottan kept denying. Ayo couldn't take it anymore, and Kottan knew it, so she just came clean with her sister. Ayo was horrified, but she knew as well as Kottan that there was nothing they could do- or risk being killed. "Kottan.. Please... Just tell me. Who's hurting you?" Ayo asked, and Kottan just broke into tears. "Him... Our father." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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