"I-I know.. I'm pry the last person you want to talk too.. But come on..! I needed to leave that house, you know that! After he divorced mom, I.. I couldn't handle the abuse, and if I could have, I would have taken you and the others with me, but you know I couldn't!"

Beck said, digging her nails into the hem of her sleeve, as her emotions flared up. Anger, guilt, sadness coated her face. She wished she could have helped you. She wanted.. no.. She NEEDED to be a better big sister.