Sierra's POV
"Oh god..." I breathed when my eyes found what was on the end of the chains. It was something that tore my heart in two and made my blood boil with even more hatred for Mathew. My parents were standing there looking dazed and confused; both looked like walking zombies, severely emaciated and dirty. Mathew had kept them alive and imprisoned for all these years, waiting for the moment when he was going to use them against me. My mom looked like a shell of her old self, her once kind round face was sunken in, years of starvation had taken its toll. My dad had scars on his face, and his eyes were hollow. No longer holding the happy man I had known. Both their skin was grey in color, and the only clothing they were wearing were large over-sized T-shirts.
"Sierra..." My mom croake
