Amaya's POV
Dominic slammed the door shut and I was officially alone. I knew this day would come; I just didn't expect it to be so soon. I had to find a way to get him to let me work to keep my brother where he was at. I walked to the bed and unzipped the bag they had there. Right on top was the picture of my brother and I that I had kept. It was from before my mother died and we were happy. Clay was always happy; it was just who he was but that was one of the last times where I was truly happy. Not that there weren’t bad times because there were a lot of them, but I can remember how hard she tried for us.
I was happy when I was with Dominic but there was always that looming fear of my father and the financial stress of taking care of Clay and it weighed on me. I would gladly take on
