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Across the Glass (1)

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Prologue: Katy

“Please, please, no!â€? Her mouth formed the words in desperation, but no sound escaped. He closed the knife into her right hand, curling her fingers around the handle. His hand wrapped around hers, he brought the gleaming point to her left wrist. She twisted and fought, but her strength was no match for that of her father. The silver tip found its way back to her forearm.

All her other bruises seemed to fade into the background as he pushed on the knife, breaking into her pale skin. Blood welled to the top, splashing over. Her eyes were wide, with the fear more than the pain, as the knife slid across her wrists.

Three on the left, three on the right.

And then he had her in his arms, as the blood flowed, telling her that he wished she could have been good and beautiful like her sisters. He laid her on the floor of her own bedroom, and walked away.

And all I could do was watch, because I was on the other side of the glass.

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