Chapter 5

The fiery light of yet another hot July sunrise had began spilling through the shutters of Jake Hillmoore’s house, casting dark ethereal shadows along Summers Brookes face.  Her eyes, as if reacting to such an attack flung open, and darted around like a fish.  Summer tried to focus on her surroundings, the white washed walls felt like a prison.  As she hauled herself up, and shuffled her way to the kitchen, a sudden crack of pain thundered inside her head, shooting aftershocks of agony to her hands and legs.  As she bent over, bringing her hands up to her face she suddenly realized why she was hurting.  On her small hands, dried blood had left almost a dirty and horrific stain; her nails were nearly ripped off from the chaos that had happened the night before.  Her memory flooded with images of the night before events, her thoughts finally landing to the thing that she had bought home with her.   As if in panic, she spun around looking f