Gwen
“Damy, when are you going to get me out of here?” I whined. My brother had come to see me yet again. He always brought some board game or a deck of cards along so he could spend time with me like he felt obligated to do but we wouldn’t have to talk much.
“You know that isn’t up to me, Gwen,” he said in his gruff voice.
“But you and Liam are best friends! Just tell him I am fine, and I will stay away from her. This place is torture,” I said.
He glared at me over his cards. “That is the point of prison, Gwen. We aren’t going through this again. When the therapist and Azalea feel you are no longer a threat to her and the pack, you will be granted freedom,” he said with finality.
“But you and mom are the ones that visit me. You two know best that I am not a threat! I just want ou
