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

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 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 get him

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, for

my father when he was on a complete

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 her anywhere, but I could

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

not bleeding from any wounds that I can see. I went round the corner and stopped, absolutely horrified, all the blood draining out of my face.

is lying there on the cold hard ground and she

had she been lying there like that for? God, what had father done? This was the first time I’d seen her in such

I bend down and wrinkle my nose at the smell of her blood, relieved to see her chest rising and falling. She was breathing

you done, old man” I say grimly, bending to pick her up, feeling her

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