Jonathan Hill is home alone on a stormy night, babysitting his baby sister who won't stop crying. When he finds her room door oddly locked, it's only the beginning to a horror filled night.
"Your my mate." he whispers. I stare at him in shock. There's only one thing I can think of to say. "How long have you known?" I growl. "Six months." he answers. I stop breathing. He's known for six fucking months and he didn't tell me. What's worse is he's still been screwing other girls. So that mean....