Читать книгу Marked For Revenge - Emelie Schepp - Страница 6
ОглавлениеTHE GIRL SAT QUIETLY, looking down at her bowl of yogurt and strawberries. She listened to the clinking of silverware against china as her mother and father ate breakfast.
“Would you please eat?”
Her mother looked at her imploringly, but the girl didn’t move.
“Are your dreams bothering you again?”
The girl swallowed, not daring to lift her gaze from the bowl.
“Yes,” she replied in a barely audible whisper.
“What did you dream about this time?”
Her mother tore a slice of bread in half and spread marmalade on it.
“A container,” she said. “It was...”
“No!”
Her father’s voice came from the other side of the table, loud, hard and cold as ice. His fists were clenched. His eyes were as hard and cold as his voice.
“That’s enough!”
He got up, pulled her from the chair and shoved her out of the kitchen.
“We don’t want to hear any more of your fantasies.”
The girl stumbled forward, struggling to keep ahead of him as he pushed her up the stairs. He was hurting her arm, her feet. She tried to wrench herself from his grasp just as he changed his grip and put his hand around her neck.
Then he let go, his hand recoiling as if he’d been stabbed. He looked at her in disgust.
“I told you to keep your neck covered all the time! Always!”
He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around.
“What did you do with the bandage?”
She felt him pull her hair aside, tearing at it, trying frantically to expose the nape of her neck. Heard his rapid breathing when he caught sight of her scars. He took a few steps back, aghast, as if he had seen something horrifying.
And he had...
Because her bandage had fallen off.
