ATLAS'S POV I stumbled towards the car.. My heart clenching as I processed what I have done.. From the day she came back, I have been nothing but a mean dickhead to her.. I even threw file at her.. But instead of saying something or even protesting, she gulped down every insult just so I would talk to her.. I made her stay in her room, not letting her to even sit in the same table as us for food.. She cooked for us even though she got burned, cut herself in the process.. I enjoyed the food... I genuinely had.. Not only me but the other two enjoyed the food as well.. It reminded us about mom.. But the moment Franklin told us that it was made by her, something changed.. I felt not disgusted but mad that I let her do it and make her way in my heart.. And today? My Lord... How could I say such things to her?! How!!! But why would I be mad at her? Why? Isn't she my sister? Shouldn't I be protecting her from the world? But turns out I was the one to push her in
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