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Gwendolyn wasn't one to dwell on the past, she'd been taught to "stop being so negative" and forget whatever slights people had committed against her in the past. But this was more about what she did rather than what was done to her.
It had been two years since Gwen had reported her parents for abuse and been sent to a foster home. It had been two years since she tore apart her entire family.
No matter how many times she was told it wasn't her fault, that she wasn't wrong for getting herself out of a bad situation, that she did what she had to do to protect herself, she still couldn't accept it.
Every day when Gwen saw Milo she was tormented by the sight of her own bio brother looking at her with those big, scared eyes as she promised everything would be okay.
Gwendolyn locked the door to her room and balled her hands into fists, banging her fists against her own legs as she tried not to make a sound.
You deserve this, she told herself. You ruined your family.
After hitting her legs to the point of becoming bruised, Gwen slid to the floor and sat there in front of her door while tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.
I deserve this.