Fight to the end
“I wish I had better words but I keep coming up short. It feels terrible inside me now, it did before when you told me about the abuse for the first time but I am tried to here those confessions as a staff nurse, as you sister I mostly just feel anger.”
“I’m sorry; I guess I see why you are angry at me though it does…”
“Stop, stop, stop!” Esmee shouted cutting off my some what stupid explanation with her icy tone and I stopped in my track, here want a situation I could win or persuade her with and even if I had the chance to make my excuses what would they be? I was angry with me too; angry that I couldn’t Save Arabella and my self; angry that he left me so dirty and all of the boiling water and soap in the world couldn’t wash him off of me.
“I’m angry at him Mi and I’m angry at my self and every one else in the world right now; every one apart from you. You where a little girl and he used you and broke and tore you up and took something that wasn’t his to take!” Esmee whined in a strained voice the tears building up in her onyx eyes making them shine.
“You where a little girl and now your all grown up and the woman in front of me is still living with her ghost. You spent you whole life protecting people and standing up to take the force of the blow. No wonder you are on you knees and gasping for breath; no wonder you are constantly looking for a way out, I would be; I did. But Mi you’re my baby sister I never new you where there but now I do I’m going to protect you I am going to fight for you until the day I die, no one will ever hurt you again.”
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