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Sweet Hatred - Chapter 162: dead to us
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... t a home. It was a war zone. A prison where laughter went to die. Where silence meant danger. Where crying only made it worse.
I used to watch him, watch him break our mother over and over again like she was something made to be destroyed. He’d slam doors. Throw punches. Spit vile, venomous words. And she’d flinch. She always flinched. But she never left.
Not until the night he went too far.
She was on the ground, gasping. Bleeding. Her dress torn. One of her eyes already ...
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