Connor
I didn't know what possessed me to hop in my car, fill up the tank and make the three hour drive to Dads holiday home by the beach. I believed I was truly possessed but after hearing Melanie cry over the phone, how could I just be fine with that?
She had returned to London and I had gone to see her close to midnight at the hotel. As soon as she saw me in the doorway of her room, she threw herself into my arms and cried for hours.
She didn't understand. He was cold. Didn't even bother to find out how she had been coping. It had been fifteen years. You would think he would show some more compassion but he didn't. He was brutal and cut throat as ever. She was heartbroken and even though I knew I wasn't that great at emotions, I made her pack her bags and stay with me.
I had just spent the entire afternoon with someone else's little sister and couldn't even have the decency to invite my own little sister to stay with me. She had flown all the way to come meet Dad and I.
