Home was not a pleasant place to be. The moment we had walked through the door after the deathly silent walk home and all hell had broken loose. Hunter begun smashing the place apart, until tears were rolling down by face. Begging him to stop…
I feared for my life, until Ezra had barrelled into the home, and tried to calm his brother. He had rushed home from his parents soon after us, likely realising what may be awaiting him, or moreso me. But, Hunter instantly blamed the situation on me. Saying it was me provoking him. And that I had done nothing but try to show him up that night. My heart ached as he basically implied everything had been set up by me to make Hunter look bad.
The words that came from my husbands lips did nothing but paint me in a bad light. Depicting me as nothing but
