KILLIAN
Right now, sitting on a wooden chair just beside the entrance gate of our compound, I began to think about that day when Father was so close to killing me.
Of course, I was scared, for my life and Damian's, but what was most saddening was that my family were all sat at the table, no one willing to stand up for me, or even say anything. I mean, Mother did say something, but one would think a mother would put up more than a weak statement.
I vividly recalled seeing Williame cry, his sobs muffled by his open palms. I always thought Williame would grow into a fine man, his only major flaw being an unhealthy desire to please Father, which I predict will only lead to tears for him.
“Crazy,” I let out absentmindedly, as I rubbed my palms against each other.
I could imagine just what
