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I can see it coming. The storm promises a thousand nightmares and wounds. All I can do is wait for it to pass and wish that by the end I’ll survive it.

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Heath

I want to kill her dad.

I want to stab a fucking knife through his heart and make him bleed.

For the second time in my life, I wish death upon someone. And I want to deliver it.

My hands turn white with how tightly I’m holding the bars as I watch him take her away from me.

I want to chase them. Rip him apart from her so she’s in safe hands. Then keep hitting him until I fucking can’t.

I’ve been taught to not use my fighting skills for evil, but I want to because that pathetic excuse of a man deserves it. He deserved every hit I landed on him.

Sebastian is pissed as he glares at me. “You did it! You just couldn’t fucking help yourself.”

I glare at him. “Did you see her? She’s fucking bleeding!”

“And you’re in a cell while she’s going home with him. What do you think he’s going to do to her now?”

Dread grips my chest like a snake has wrapped its tail around me. It squeezes the life out of me.

I hang my head low. Sweat and heat roll all over my body.

I lost.

She is in more danger now.

Because of me.

Fuck.

I let my guard down in front of Sebastian with ease. He knew it and he warned me. I didn’t listen.

Opening my mouth, I push the words out because I need to tell him. “She was screaming when he pulled her hair. I couldn’t help myself. It took every bit of my strength to not intervene when he abused her. But when she started screaming, all I saw was red.”

Sebastian gives me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

I think about his words. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep now. Her screams will ring in my ears. I’ll never forget her teary eyes and frightened face. She was terrified of him. Her fucking dad.”

“He looks pure evil.”

“He is. The way he fucking looked at her…” I swallow. “He hates her. He truly hates her.”

“Wow, talk about similar parents.”

My eyes shot up to him. “Your mom—”

He grimaces. “Look like she’s cut from the same cloth as Hope’s father.”

I grind my teeth remembering all the shit that he went through and never told me about. He’s the kind of person who’ll go through the worst and still find it in himself to smile and be fucking optimistic about life. The reason why I never learned how fucking brutal it was for him. And I couldn’t be there for him. But every time I needed him, he was. He still is.

He leans against the bars and smirks. “You fucked him up good. Well done!”

I chuckle. “I was going to do much more, but he pulled out a fucking pocket knife and cut me.”

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