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.

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.

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

like facing my father

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

in the air and my

and stopped, absolutely horrified, all the blood draining out of my face. I can’t believe

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

see it’s change of color, some of it old. How long had she been lying there like that for? God, what had father

her blood, relieved to see her chest rising and falling. She was breathing at least and had a pulse even if it

bending to pick her up, feeling her head draped

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