chapter 2

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Jacks POV:

I slammed my closed fist on the desk in pure rage leaving an angry vibration shuddering throughout the wooden frame. I rose from my chair and began the few lengthy strides to the office elevator, I needed to get home. I could feel something was wrong when I had spoken to Annabelle, my sister, this morning before I left. Last week she had turned up on my doorstep without so much as a call to warn me, however the frail look in her eyes begged me not to question it; not yet. Annabelle was shaking in pure fear, for the past 6 nights she has woken up with such severe night terrors that they even bothered me. She had gotten married young, only two years out of high school 20 year old Annabelle quickly engaged and married Damon Drake. Damon was 7 years her senior, and unbeknownst to my family and myself, had quite the frightening way of dealing with anger.
The fights had started off small she claimed, only a few small spats over trivial matters such as who was next to wash dishes after dinner. Yet, one night they escalated and the petty banter turned into to heated confrontation leading to the slightest physical altercation. As I sat on the couch aghast as she spoke, I thought this one heated fight was the worst. Oh, I was certainly wrong.

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just a quick note, I realized the last chapter could be a bit confusing so just to clarify it was from Annabelle's point of view

-cay

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