Anger boiled up in me. This girl was abused. Just like I was. The memories of how Uther treated me kept coming up. Memories that I try to forget. The strike of his fist. Forcing me into some room or another because someone could possibly see me. The rough shoves and cuts at the carelessness. Goblets and plates being hurled in my direction. The constant belittlement of how worthless I was. How it was all my fault. 