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Sweet Hatred - Chapter 275: my second home
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... r let myself think about, the night everything cracked and bled.
I stood in the hallway of our old house, the walls still stained with the echoes of screams and the metallic scent of fear. The floor beneath my feet was cold, but my hands burned as I pushed open the door to the living room. He was at it again... my father, hunched over my mother, fists raining down without mercy. Her cries were thin. Olivia was curled up in the corner, sobbing. And I... I wasn’t frozen this time.
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