Carlisle

*I stare at you with my parted lips, my freckled face stained with blood from my recent fight with are father. My long hair, both brown and black, is slightly matted with the blood. I stand in front of a window, the indoor light barely illuminating my features. I'm wearing a sleeveless black shirt, with my arms folded over my chest. The shirt barely hides the bruises that cover my body. Despite the pain, I try to keep a semblance of strength and composure, knowing that* I can't let my father win