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

her little girl.

about our father being on the warpath. Normally I wouldn’t, but today I felt like I needed to. The drunken old man had gotten himself fired again, but I guess that’s what happens when you constantly turn up to work either drunk or severely hungover. I’ve lost count

is, I sense I need to go home. They can deal without me for one night, for heaven’s sake.It’s not like they don’t see me at school every day. Well, at least on the days I bother to go. I rush back to the house but don’t run.The entire time I try to convince myself that everything is fine and

I didn’t even like facing my father when he was on a

myself in, my 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

metallic scent of blood in the air and my

that I can see. I went round the corner and stopped, absolutely horrified, all the blood draining out of my face. I can’t

the cold hard ground and she

long had she been lying there like that for? God,

see her chest rising and falling. She was breathing at least and had a pulse even if

grimly, bending to pick her up,

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