“There has to have been a reason, he wouldn’t have just hit you…” Jinx said doubtfully, unwilling to believe it.

Jinx was like his daughter. He took care of her, took the blame for her messes, never got mad at her for too long…but he’d never do the same for you.

You joined him a few months after Jinx did, and you were the same age as her, but he’d never love you like her. Instead he took his anger out on you.

“He just did.” You say as you sit at your desk, covering the bruise with makeup.