Chapter 16

Winter POV

I’m dreading going into the house after being so late. My father is going to be pissed dinner’s not on the table,

but to my shock the house is pitch black, no lights in the house on at all. Even my brother appears to be missing. I

almost shout out hallelujah in my excitement, shuffling along in pain until I reach the kitchen.

Theres signs father has been home most of the day. Tons of beer bottles, most empty, sitting on the old, faded,

wooden dining table. I sigh. If he’s gone out its most likely he’s gone to the pub. Which means he won’t be home until late, with luck well after I’ve gone to bed. It’s almost as if the moon goddess decided to give me a helping hand and I can’t help but begin to hum under my breath despite everything.

Then I hear it. The smallest sound but loud enough to cause me to freeze in terror, the creak of the front door as it opens and I turn in hesitation, praying it’s not my father. I haven’t had enough time to start dinner yet and I could feel my body beginning to tremble, my hands shaking as I stand and wait to see who it is.

“Winter” I hear my brother’s shout and my heart begins to beat at a normal pace again. I could handle Damien, but I wondered what he wanted and why he wasn’t out smoking weed with my friends.

“Where are you” he growls.

like a small mouse must feel. I hear his footsteps approaching, loud on the wooden floors

glaring at me. I’m a bit confused. Had I done something to upset him? Or was

snaps, waving his arms around

him what? I’m

overhear that Jessica b***h bragging about how she’s

me. Since when did he give a damn about me or what I went through everyday? I feel nothing but emptiness

still, biting my lip and looking away from

him, he’s lifting up my jumper and shirt while I

I see his eyes

blush as I realize how far he’s pulled them up and quickly tug them down as his

arms and trying not to wince at the pain “since when did you ever give a damn about me, your little sister? You’ve made

as I raise my eyebrows “I know what I’ve done to you is wrong and believe me,

tears flowing down my cheeks as I begin to sob. It’s always

at him. Had he just said that? After all these years was he finally waking up to the fact that I’d

was young, and I was angry, I believed him when he turned on you. So help me god let that bastard

I’m hearing him alright but I’m not about to let my guard down. I’ve done it too many times before and been disappointed, but some part of me, a

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