Draven POV
The past
Our father came for Draca over and over again until I barely see my brother. This continued until we were fifteen years old and slowly, the relationship between my brother and I turned into something else.
Most times when I see him after a week of not setting my eyes on him, he was either seating alone and staring at the sun and each time I tried to speak to him, I was always ignored as if I never existed and some days, he just walked away from me.
One day, I summoned the courage to speak to my brother and it was the fight time we ever fought. ‘’what do you want from me?’’ he asked him, his voice sounding husky. ‘’I don’t want you around me since you are the better child so you should stay away from me!’’ he shouted at me.
‘’what the hell do you want from me!’
