My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

back to a post. A thick iron chain, the kind used for vicious dogs, clamped his swollen ankle. The other end was bolted into the concrete. His shin twisted at a wrong angle, grotesque, swollen, dried blood crusted along his leg.

My throat closed.

“Matthew,” I whispered, voice breaking.

He lifted his head slowly, one eye swollen shut. When the light hit continue reading …