SPECIAL CHAPTER— IRINA

I groan in pain as another hit to my stomach was given by my older sister, Prima.

The reason she's hitting me, simple. I may have accidentally called her Primacrazy instead of the close name Prima. I usually refer her to Primacary when she can't hear me but this time she caught me.

Blow after blow after blow was given to me with her pointy high heels until my white sweater had a thin ring of wet blood around my middle.

"Clean that up!" she spat gesturing to the small pool of blood on the tile floor next to me.

I nodded as she left the dining room to the outside which was only available to me to get beer, medicine, or groceries.

Standing up I became drowsy as I stumbled to the jacket closet, pulling out the mop that was crusted with my blood from five years ago.

"Oh, the memories." I chuckle dryly as I fill up a bucket with water.

Dipping the crusty mop into the warm water I sloshed it across the floor making sure not to hit the rug that was a half foot away.

But just to my luck the wa