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.

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 of how many jobs he’s been

and nausea coming to the surface and, for whatever reason, can’t get rid of a niggling feeling in my gut, turning to my friends and blowing them off as they protest.Whatever this feeling is, I sense I need to go home. They can deal without me for one night,

it? I didn’t even like facing my

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

scent of blood in the air and my heart

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

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

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

her blood, relieved to see her chest rising and falling.

you done, old man” I say grimly, bending to pick her up, feeling her head draped against me and,

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