DECLAN.
“Declan, what have you done? Your father is angry with you,” Rowan whispered when I got him. I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders.
“What do you mean?”
“What did you do?”
I shrugged. “Nothing.”
“You did something, he’s been…”
“Declan!” Dad’s voice thundered from the stairs, I looked up and saw him. Rowan moved away from me, and stepped aside.
“Dad.”
“Come to my study now!” He yelled.
I exchanged glanced with Rowan and he struggled. “I told you something is wrong.”
“Is mom home?”
“In her room. She ain’t gonna save you.”
“I never asked that.” I hissed at him.
“Declan, my study now!”
“Yes, Dad.” I muttered quietly and climbed through the stairs.
I went into his study, and the next thing he did was hit me across the face.
I staggered backwards, he pulled m
