~ Julien's POV ~
I watched our father walk out of the bedroom, seeming satisfied, and it made my anger build up even more. Trying to take a deep breath and calm myself, I looked back at my twin. Jasper was just relaxing and writing in a journal that he pulled off his end table. He has always been one more attuned to writing what he feels rather than speaking about it. I, instead of writing, have been more inclined to draw to express myself. The backpack I brought with me from the vampire kingdom was literally filled with just drawings I have done over my lifetime - some fantasy ones about my hopeful future and others depictions of our life.
"I am going to go find somewhere to sit and draw for a bit, calm myself," I told my silent brother, who didn't even respond, just continued scribbli
