Locke 2 (Blackwater Boys #4)

The House

“W here is she?” he bellowed out.

He sounded wretched.

He stomped around, tearing through the house, screaming curses. His rage drowned my ears. Made me press my hands over them.

Please, don’t find us.

He went room to room, his screams turning to sobs.

Dad fell apart, leaving destruction in his wake, uncaring of the consequences.

He was a broken man, and he was determined to break us too.

I was under my bed. The bedroom door was open. My eyes never strayed from the bedroom where she was. Her body folded inside the wooden toy chest I gently fitted her into. Probably shaking like a leaf. Mere feet from the teacup party we were in the middle of.

Don’t find her.

Find me instead.

Don’t kill her.

Kill me instead.