The video began playing when I was sitting in the waiting room, and it ended when I gave my brother my thanks.
I stopped it and put both the laptop and the camera back into my bag, and that was the only sound.
"Oh." Bridget breathed out.
Tim still hadn't said anything, and each passing second broke my heart that little bit more.
I nodded, looking down. "I'm his sister. That he hurt. I never hurt him."
"Oh." She repeated.
"Yeah. So, uh, I'll leave you two to it then. Bye." I waited a hopeful second, to no avail, and left.
I walked the ten metres back to my apartment with my eyes watering, making my vision blurry.
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Teen FictionOlivia has been abused by her brother all her life, and she has the bruises and burns to show it. When she makes a stand and moves out, she meets a boy; a wonderful boy. But the two boys, brother and lover, are connected, and Olivia is scared. Sc...
