The Hidden Scar

5

In junior high school, my mind and body both grew rapidly like willow branches.

Every day I just went home in silence, had dinner, then locked myself in my room, staying as far from him as possible.

I hated meeting him or making eye contact with him. The hypocritical look in his eyes was like a knife cutting me into pieces. Even if I had to meet him at home, I would deliberately stay away.

However, living under the same roof, it was impossible to prevent him from doing something disgusting.

When I was showering, he would stand at the door and eavesdrop.

How did I find out? Once I accidentally turned off the light when I was in the shower. The bathroom instantly turned dark, but a shadow appeared with the light coming in through the door crack.

The shadow quickly retreated, and at the same time, there was the sound of rustling footsteps.

I was shaking all over in the bathroom. I gritted my teeth in anger, wishing I could go out and tear him apart.

What was he trying to do?