Chapter 55

Bennett’s POV

“I’m going to make sure you live through hell until Syria comes back!”

Then, another loud crack of a whip echoed across the hallway.

I was walking past, trying to sneak out, hoping not to get involved in anything, but then I saw it.

My father, towering over Grandma, his hand gripping that same thick leather whip he always kept in his room.

He lashed it across her back again, and again, and again, as if he wasn’t hitting a person anymore but a lifeless object.

Grandma’s scream ra