Chapter 74
- Vomit rose in my throat. If my father got his hands on Darren, Darren wouldn’t be alive long.
- I rushed from the bed and dashed into the bathroom, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet. I threw up, clutching the toilet bowl. Emmaline tried to rub my back, but I smacked her hands away, freaking out.
- I didn’t want her to touch me.