Words Unsaid (Anyone up for a part 2?)
NOTE: This is a book I'm considering writing, drop your thoughts in the comment section below.
Life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Not for me, anyways. I'm Lissa Crawford, a thirteen year old girl from downtown Chicago. I live with my twin brother Caleb, and my father. My mom died in childbirth, and I don't have any other siblings. So, yeah. That's me. But behind that simple exterior, Caleb and I harbor a dark secret.
Our father is abusive.
No, I'm not talking the "You didn't do your homework so you're getting spanked" kind of dad. I mean, full-fledged abusive. Like, the kind that locks you in your room for days on end just because he felt like it, or lashing your back with a belt until you're too weak to scream anymore. That's what my father is like. He's our own personal monster.
Then there's Caleb. Sweet, innocent Caleb. I love him so much, it doesn't feel possible. He's my best friend, my confidant, the one who gets me through every beating and every degrading lecture. I can't count the number of...
Life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Not for me, anyways. I'm Lissa Crawford, a thirteen year old girl from downtown Chicago. I live with my twin brother Caleb, and my father. My mom died in childbirth, and I don't have any other siblings. So, yeah. That's me. But behind that simple exterior, Caleb and I harbor a dark secret.
Our father is abusive.
No, I'm not talking the "You didn't do your homework so you're getting spanked" kind of dad. I mean, full-fledged abusive. Like, the kind that locks you in your room for days on end just because he felt like it, or lashing your back with a belt until you're too weak to scream anymore. That's what my father is like. He's our own personal monster.
Then there's Caleb. Sweet, innocent Caleb. I love him so much, it doesn't feel possible. He's my best friend, my confidant, the one who gets me through every beating and every degrading lecture. I can't count the number of...