Delilah’s POV“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nine….” I stopped counting when I placed someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw my eldest sister, Mia, among six sisters while I was at the fourth number, standing behind me, and her eyes were asking questions as if she wanted to know what I was doing by peeking from the room’s door.“Delilah, you should be in bed.”, She scolded in a low tone, but it didn’t work on me.“You made me lose the counts, Mia.”, I complained in a low tone“What were you counting, by the way?”“That how many times dad hits Mom.”, I said, pointing my hand toward the scene that was going on in the living room.Mia gasped and quickly closed the door and dragged me from there to our bedroom, where the rest of the sisters were sleeping peacefully. She was twelve years old, so definitely, compared to me, she was stronger than a girl who was just six years old.“Delilah, dear!! You shouldn’t see these things. Children are not a
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