“Stop!” Tadhg was screaming, beating his fists against our father’s back. “You’re killing her.” “Tadhg, run…” Gasping for air, I tried to scramble to my feet, but Dad caught my ponytail and dragged me clean off the ground. “You’re a little fucking liar,” he snarled seconds before his fist connected with my face. “A dirty whore.” “Shannon!” my little brother screamed, flailing helplessly. “Shannon!” “I’m sorry,” I strangled out, coughing when blood trickled down the back of my throat. “Please, stop—”
