The Hidden Scar

13

Reed still made his move.

One day a week later, Levin came home later than usual. His face was bruised and swollen, and he was limping.

My mother put down my sister in her arms in horror and went up to ask what was wrong, only to be glared back by him.

It was the first time Levin swore at home. He was like an underdog who had lost his dignity and could only rely on this to pretend he still had some left.

My sister was so scared that she burst into tears.

He took off the mask of a loving father and shouted viciously, "Stop crying, for god sake!"

My sister cried even louder, and even my mother looked nervous and didn't dare to make a sound.

I sneered inwardly, glanced coldly at him, and returned to my room.

That night, even my homework seemed easy.

I enjoyed seeing Levin get his ass kicked.

I wished he would just die.

The next day, when Reed and I looked at each other, he raised his eyebrows at me calmly.

When class was over, we exchanged information in low voices.