Chapter 2. Living for Him

Aurora’s POV

I stepped into the kitchen next, already knowing what I’d find. The house was a mess. It always was after my father left. Empty bottles were scattered across the living room, and broken glass was on the floor where he’d thrown something in one of his rages. The stench of alcohol and misery clung to the air, so I had to open up a few windows to let some fresh air in.

Cleaning the room within twenty minutes wasn’t the most difficult part, but trying to stay lucid and not topple over was. My body ached all over, and I could already tell that there was dried blood in my hair from the injury last night. But I hadn’t had the time or luxury of a shower. I had to hurry, school started soon, and as a scholarship student, I couldn’t afford to take days off.

So without further complains, I began cleaning the house to the best of my abilities. My hands trembled, my whole body felt numb, as if I’d been hit by a truck, but I knew I couldn’t stop.

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