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

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 of how many jobs he’s been fired from. It’s quite pathetic really. I know that he misses mum but

they protest.Whatever this feeling 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

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

a beer bottle loosely clutched in his hand. Where was Winter? Dread rises up inside of me. Normally, she would already

scent of blood in the air and my heart sinks. I

the blood draining out of my face. I can’t believe my eyes and I force the bile down

lying there on the cold hard ground and she looks like a rag doll, both of

is red blood pooling around her 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 such a

her chest rising and falling. She was breathing at least and had a

grimly, bending to pick her up, feeling her head draped against me and,

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