THE PAST.
ORION'S POV.
I wake up to the sound of fighting, but it's nothing new, that's how I always wake up, I don't need an alarm clock or anything like that.
I was raised in a house of horrors, I had a father that was in love with a ghost and a mother who didn't care for her children, all she cared about was getting her husband to love her and when that didn't work, she took to drugs and alcohol.
I'm just seven years old, but I've had to grow up pretty fast in order to shield my siblings from the happenings in this house.
My brother who I see is still asleep is just five years old, he sees what's happening buy I don't think he fully understands.
I quickly put on my slippers and rush down to my sisters nursery because if the noise could wake me up, then she is definitely awak
