Chapter 17

My heart was heaving at that question. I didn't know what To say. I was shaking in fear. My brothers were staring at me curiously waiting for me to speak.

"I...I...I..no...nothing..." I stuttered

"That isn't an answer to my question. From previous reports, this isn't the first time you are doing it. Doctor Fred told me you've untreated scars, cuts, bruises, lacerations, and marks all over your body I told you before right? Aside from that, you suffer from PTSD. Which makes you tend to get startled easily, always on guard for danger, horrid nightmares, overwhelming guilt and shame correct?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

I hadn't answered before the boys yelled.

"What?"

"The fuck..."

They all grunted making me glance at their faces. They all had this stun blanking them. I only swallowed the lump, I didn't know what to say.

"And according to my research PTSD doesn't only come from a horrible event of the past but consistent abuse now I'm gonna ask this one fucking time... who hurt
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