Effy and Logan huddled in the back of The Compound's makeshift chapel, it was nothing but a series of tents strung together but it served its purpose well enough. Logan fussed over his sister's newest bruises that littered her chest and shoulders, lines of worry etched onto his typically handsome face. "You cannot continue down this path." he whispered, "the next beating will be the end of you."
"Maybe that's what I want!" Effy said a little too loudly, earning cold glances from those around her. She shied away from her brothers touch, wrapping her arms around herself as if they would offer her some sort of protection. She shook her head, trying her hardest to free herself from the memory of the previous beating.
"Maybe that's what I want!" Effy said a little too loudly, earning cold glances from those around her. She shied away from her brothers touch, wrapping her arms around herself as if they would offer her some sort of protection. She shook her head, trying her hardest to free herself from the memory of the previous beating.
