Everest’s P.O.V
The stars have always helped me think. When I was younger, I always used to ask to do my homework under the stars in the winter, when it got dark really early. Father always said no because it was too cold and he wanted to keep an eye on me, but I still went and sat on the upstairs window ledge to do it anyway.
He used it as a punishment for a while as well. I guess he didn’t understand why I would want to be outside anyway.
He would give me a few punches to the face before pushing me outside and locking me in our small, fenced off garden. Maybe he knew I loved them – maybe he knew they helped me think. I would lie under that damn sky and push back tears while my cheek throbbed from his fist, reminding myself over and over that I deserved it.
Avery probably didn’t know
