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The terrifying screams that were coming from the living room were almost too much for Joanna to bear. She clamped her hands down over her little brother's ears, cradling him ...

I glanced over my shoulder at my brother, in the back seat. Our bruises were gone, and our scars were mostly healed. I smiled as I drove down the road, ...

I watched the car drive past me as I was walking home from work. The pretty face going by me was familiar, and I thought it was Joe. That ...

I knew Joanna too well to even think she wanted to go back. But I did. I wanted to be with my parents so badly; I was willing to do ...

I looked at Wesley as we stood in the driveway of the house. It was white, with a dog pen and a chicken pen in the backyard. I was hesitant ...

I stared at her. Her face was radiating with joy. I felt useful towards someone at that moment. The last time I saw her, she shone with bruises and cuts. ...

I placed Joe's tub in her room and looked around. It was the same as it had been in our younger years. The walls were Shrek green, and her chestnut ...

I stared after Kel. I never thought I'd feel the way I did. His kiss was one thing I never expected. He was the only boy I knew that actually ...

It was pitch black when I got to my house. My mom was worried sick, like always. “You could've been killed!” she exclaimed, glaring at me. I shrugged my shoulders ...

I couldn't believe what Joanna had done. She always did something to make someone upset. Well, not always, but at the moment I was madder than Hell at her. She ...

I stood there, bewildered at my brother's reaction to my statement. He told me I was lying. I never lied to the boy in my life. He also used my ...

I stared at my older “siblings” as my mommy had called them. They looked like opposites, slightly. I didn't remember them. I don't think I had ever seen them in ...

I didn't remember much of that weekend. I remembered going shopping for school clothes and supplies that Saturday. I remembered being dragged to church. I remembered seeing old faces that ...