Hazel POV
I stared at him for a while and stayed silent, his face was filled with hatred and he spoke each word with venom.
"Your half brother is still your brother Dean," I explained calmly.
"He is not my brother!" he yelled, punching the tree which was acting as a shade to the beautiful flowers. "He is not my brother!" He continued yelling and continued punching the poor tree until there were splinters of wood everywhere. I closed my eyes tightly and finally opened them to see him panting and I stared at his bloodied fists.
"Fine Dean, we will have it your way, if that is all you have to say, I better get going," I stammered slightly and made to slip underneath his arms and made to leave. It seems I can't stay anywhere in peace.
"We aren't done talking Hazel," he growled, grabbing m
