Chapter 27

Winter POV

We pull up into the driveway and I shudder looking at the house. Had it always looked this intimidating and

imposing or was my imagination going into overdrive? I’m reluctant to get out of the car and I watch as Damien gets

out, part of me wanting to cower against the seat and stay in the car. I know he’s told me that father is gone forever

but a small part of me thinks he could be lying, that this could be a trap and that’s what keeps me from getting out.

My brother looks exasperated but I don’t care.

“Winter” he says softly, knocking on my window “it’s safe to come out, I promise he’s not here.”

I just look at him and then slowly, quietly, get out, closing the car door behind me. To my surprise Damien takes hold of my hand and gives it a squeeze, I guess his way of trying to reassure me as we walk up the driveway and to the front door together.

Damien reaches out and opens the door, turning the light on and going inside, while I clutch his hand with a death grip. The lounge room is completely littered with beer bottles and there’s father’s odor still drifting in the air. I gag, putting a hand over my mouth and taking deep breaths. I’m aware I’m still in a hospital gown but I’m too scared

to go upstairs by myself.

“Are you hungry?” Damien asks and I shake my head, tugging at my hospital gown and looking at him with wide

eyes in an effort to get him to understand what I want.

“You want to get changed” he says and I nod.

“Go on then” he urges and I shake my head, pulling on his hand while he stares at me confused.

asks gently and I nod, staring down at the ground. He uses a finger to lift my chin, staring deeply into my eyes as

him behind me as I try, very

me the rest

bed.

towards my dresser. My brother nods and rifles through the drawers and throws a shirt and

vehemently aware that I’m not wearing any at the moment.

bright red.

and I point to the top drawer. He

as I fight the urge to laugh.

There’s no way I’m about to

wait in the hallway” he says then frowns. “Knock on the wall or something when your

I wait impatiently until he’s left the

time I was done. The clothes hung on me but so did the rest of them and it’s not like I

Loudly

rushing in. “Anything

can pick

he gets

and paper” he mutters and I point to my desk where a notepad and pen sat. He grabs it

picking me up and taking me

flinch, looking at him in horror.

he points out and I relax, letting him

about some food or a drink?” he suggests looking a little lost. This is all new

anyone caring for

mime drinking and he brings me water before sitting next to me, carefully placing my bad

his lap.

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