Bec’s P.O.V.
Once Tim had left the house, I had found myself to be in a state of shock. I couldn’t move anymore, I couldn’t think anymore. All I could do, was go back to that horrible night more than a year ago already. The way my sister had looked that night with her clothes all torn up, how afraid she had been, the sound of her cries of despair. And I was stuck there with her, I just didn’t know how to get out of it. I felt so powerless, so weak as a person. I should have picked up a lamp or a vase to throw it at the fucker when I had had the chance, but the only thing I did was just stand there, being petrified. This man standing in front of me, had ruined a big part of my life. He was the reason why I had lost my sister and my father. And I never thought that I could have wanted a per
