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.

feel. I hear his footsteps

at me. I’m a bit confused.

around “why didn’t you tell me or

Tell him what? I’m

overhear that Jessica b***h bragging about how she’s beaten up my little sister and her cheerleader

nothing, I’m absolutely speechless and confused about why he’s angry with me. Since when did he give a damn about me or what I went through everyday? I feel nothing but

it?” he says tightly and I still, biting my lip and looking away from him. As if I’m going to answer

stop him, he’s

much stronger than me, and I see his eyes widen as he takes

of old bruises all over my ribcage and stomach. I blush as I realize how far he’s pulled them up

it anymore. “Why do you care” I spit out, folding my 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 my life a living hell Damien, you have no right to pretend to care now.” I’m almost shouting by now and my brother, to give

says almost pleading with me as I raise my eyebrows “I know

our mother” | almost scream hysterical, tears flowing down my cheeks as I begin to sob. It’s always the same thing with him and father, blaming me for something that was completely out of my

shouts back frustrated and I gape at him. Had he just said that? After all these years was he finally waking up to the fact that I’d just been an

help me god let that bastard lie to me and manipulate me. There’s no excuse for what I’ve done

before and been disappointed, but some part of me, a very small part wants to believe him. Wants

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