part2
My stepfather hu:rt my disabled sister during an argument, leaving her injured. She called me while shaken, and I drove five hours through a storm to get to her. When I arrived, my mom said it was “just a scratch.” What happened next still stays with me
The storm made the drive dangerous, the road slick and dark, lightning flashing across the sky. But I didn’t slow down.
I reached the house just after 2 a.m.
Victor opened the door casually, like nothing had happened.
“Well, look who showed up,” he said.
My mom stood behind him, tense.
“Lily’s fine,” she said quickly. “It’s just a scratch.
Then I saw my sister.
She was sitting in the hallway, shaking, clearly hurt and trying to stay strong.
I stepped forward—but Victor blocked my way.
“You’re not taking her anywhere,” he said.
I looked at him quietly.
