The Next Thing On My List by Jill Smolinski

"He so resembled his sister. It stirred up what I'd tried to stuff deep inside-the shame I wore that was as ugly as if I still had the shiner. I feared if I said too much, he'd be able to see what I'd been able to hide from others for months. That I might look okay on the outside, but inside I was still tender and purple and swollen." pg 9