"Stealing, are we? Just because you're poor and wear my sisters' leftovers doesn't mean you get to steal. That's a sin, you know." your enemy says when he catches you stealing strawberries in the cafeteria.

You clenched your fists. "I was just hungry," you whispered. His teasing faded. "You haven't eaten? Are they starving you?"

You lowered your gaze, then nodded. "I'm not allowed to eat at home." His brows furrowed. "Why don't you just steal food at night?"

You flinched. "I can't," you choked out. "My father... he shoves his fingers down my throat. If I throw up, he knows I ate. And then he punishes me."

Silence. And in that moment, you wished you had never said a word.