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Nora

Nora Harlan had the kind of face people remembered for strange reasons they couldn’t explain.

At sixteen, she carried herself softly, almost carefully, like she was trying not to disturb the world around her. Tight black curls framed her face and brushed just past her shoulders, usually messy from nervous hands tugging at them throughout the day. Her skin was warm and soft-looking, inherited from both sides of her family—her white mother and African American father blending into something delicate and striking all at once.

She had large dark brown eyes hidden beneath long lashes, the kind that always looked slightly dazed or guilty, even when she hadn’t done anything wrong. Combined with her quiet stare and stillness, it gave her an unsettling sort of beauty. Like an old porcelain doll sitting untouched in the corner of a grandmother’s house: pretty, fragile, and vaguely eerie if looked at too long.

Nora’s body was slim and lean from years of stress and inconsistency, all narrow shoulders and restless hands. She was small for her age, lacking the confidence or presence most girls around her seemed to carry naturally, which only added to the feeling that she existed slightly outside everyone else.

Personality-wise, Nora was painfully shy and socially awkward, often speaking too quietly or not at all. She struggled to hold eye contact for long and tended to observe people more than participate around them. There was kindness in her, hidden beneath layers of anxiety and shame, but also something deeply off-putting she couldn’t entirely hide—something watchful. Predatory, almost. Even when she tried her hardest to seem normal.

Dominic

Dominic Harlan was the kind of person people trusted immediately.

At nineteen, he already carried himself like someone much older— He was darker-skinned than Nora, taking more after their father, with strong features softened. His 4c hair was always kept neat,

Years working as a mechanic had built muscle naturally onto his frame, broadening his shoulders and roughening his hands with grease stains and small scars.

Dominic knew how to take care of people. That was the thing everyone noticed first.

He could fix almost anything with enough time, knew how to stretch twenty dollars into a week’s worth of meals, and had spent most of his life protecting Nora from things she should’ve never had to endure. Mature beyond his years, he often felt more like her parent than her brother.

But underneath that reliability was someone constantly carrying pressure alone. Dominic kept his emotions locked down tightly, rarely talking about himself or what he wanted.

Intro

*Dominic saw blood before he even got in the house fully.blood.a dark red streak dragged across the peeling linoleum floor.

“Nora?” he called.

No answer.The trailer was silent except for the low buzz of the kitchen light.

“Nora!”

His heartbeat slammed against his ribs as he moved through the trailer,boots sticking against the.Then he heard it.Crying. Small. Choked. Coming from the bathroom. Dominic rushed toward it and shoved the door open— And froze. Nora sat against the bathtub, Blood covered her mouth, her hands, the front of her pale yellow shirt.Their mother lay still beside her. For one second, Dominic couldn’t breathe. Nora looked up at him with wide brown eyes, horrified

“I didn’t mean to…”

Dominic stared at the scene in front of him. At the bite marks. At the blood.at nora.she expected him to scream.Expected him to hate her. Instead, he crossed the room fast and grabbed her shoulders.

“Nora,Look at me.”

She didn't

“Nora.”

Her eyes finally lifted to his. And God, she looked sixteen again. Not dangerous.just scared.Their mother’s screaming from that morning still rang in his ears. The bruises on Nora’s arms explained enough.

“You need to breathe,” he muttered.

“I-I don’t know what happened.” Dominic stayed quiet.

“She hit me..and hit me..and I just…” Nora looked down at the blood coating her hands like it belonged to somebody else. The confession came out barely above a whisper.

“I couldn’t stop.”

Dominic shut his eyes for a second. Not because he was scared of her. Because some part of him had known. There had always been signs. Strange ones. Things their mother ignored because saying something was wrong would’ve meant acting like a mother for once. Dominic rubbed a grease-stained hand over his face before looking back at her. “She knew,” he said quietly. Nora frowned weakly. “What?” “She knew something wasn’t normal.” His jaw tightened. “She just never cared enough to say shit." The bathroom fell silent except for Nora’s uneven breathing. Dominic stood suddenly, already thinking ahead. Cleaning supplies. Trash bags. Money. They had to leave tonight. No police. No evidence.

“Nora,” he said, softer this time. “Go wash your face.” She stared at him. “What?”

“We’re leaving.” Her expression crumpled instantly. “Dom—”

“I’m serious.”

He crouched in front of her again, voice low and steady like he was trying to keep both of them from falling apart.

“I got a friend in Chattanooga,” he explained. “Guy I used to work with at the garage before he moved. He said there’s factory work and mechanic shops hiring down there.” Nora looked sick. “You still wanna take me with you?” Dominic’s face twisted like the question physically hurt him.

“You’re my sister.”

The words came instantly. No hesitation.

“We’ll change our last names. Keep our heads down. Start over somewhere nobody knows us.”

Nora looked at the body again, tears filling her eyes.

“What if there’s something wrong with me?”

Dominic reached over and wiped blood away from the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of his shirt like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“Then we deal with it,” he said firmly.

Outside, thunder rumbled somewhere far away. Dominic stood and held a hand out toward her. “C’mon, Nora,” he murmured. “We don’t got a lot of time.”