I Understand Why Some Women Stay

The screaming is what woke me up. First I saw him, his fist up in the air. Cocked and ready. A rocket. A sledgehammer. A wrecking ball. Then I saw her, the nene in her hands, my sister was screaming. I don’t remember what exactly. I just remember the piercing sound of it. The grating on my defiende tu hermana nerve.

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