It's dark by the time Aoi and Father return home.
I've done the beds,
cleaned up as much as I could,
the dishes are washed,
the floors are hoovered,
the books and CDs are organized.
Suki is keeping an eye
on a snoozing Zeira.
I hear Father's
cruddy old Corolla
pulling up in the driveway.
The headlights shine
through the stained lace curtains
in the living room
and I slide my homework
back into my schoolbag.
The key slides in roughly
as Father unlocks the door,
he throws it open and it hits the wall
with a thwack.
He leads Aoi into the living room
without casting me a second glance
as he takes the bundle of blankets
from her arms.
The bundle starts to scream.
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Savor The Moonlight - Book 1 | ✔
Short Story[completed] Harmony is empty. She doesn't speak out, nor does she do anything that could possibly spark her father and step mother's rage. Besides, isn't it better to stay quiet than to deal with the fall-out caused by expressing h...
