Locke 2 (Blackwater Boys #4)

The House

T he boom was so loud, my mother’s screams pierced the air. Shouts were exchanged. Her pleas mixed with his rageful slurs.

A loud CRACK followed, and mom never spoke again.

I looked at Aurora.

Run.

Run.

Tell her to run.

Tell her to run.

Tell her to run now.

Run.

Run.

“Hide,” I whispered.