Chapter 7

Damien POV

I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but I’m no longer enjoying the cruelty I usually show to my younger

sister Winter. There’s just something about the way that she stares at me, so much pain in her gaze, that I feel a flash

of guilt. If our mother was still alive, then Winter would still be happy and a go lucky child or teenager, but instead

she’s grown up in a house full of abuse. I never used to mind, but lately it has been weighing heavily on my

conscience. My mother would be upset to see the way that father and I treat her. She loved Winter so much. Died

little girl. I

severely hungover. I’ve lost count of how many jobs he’s been fired from. It’s quite pathetic really. I know that he misses mum but surely he needs to move on at some stage? The last time! suggested that though, he turned on me and I’m not planning on trying to

without me for one night, for heaven’s

didn’t even like facing my father when he was

father snoring wildly in the recliner, a beer bottle loosely clutched in his hand. Where was Winter? Dread rises up inside of me. Normally, she would already be in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, but I couldn’t see her from my position. Nor could I sense

scent of blood in the air and my heart sinks. I know instinctively that it’s Winters because

draining out

lying there on the cold hard ground and she

head and I can see it’s change of color, some of it old. How long had she been lying there like that for? God, what had father done? This was the first time I’d seen her in

and falling. She was breathing at least and had a pulse even if it seemed a little weaker than normal. I feel

have you done, old man” I say grimly, bending to

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