Rewrite My Fate
“Go ahead. Kill me, little brother. Do it.”
“Don’t tempt me, Damon. Because unlike you, I don't hesitate when it comes to putting down a rabid dog.”
“Zayn! Stop! Oh my God, Zayn, let him go!”
The high-pitched scream shatters the heavy silence of the study. I don't release my grip on Damon’s throat, but my eyes shift toward the door. Standing there, breathless and pale, is my father's wife, Anne. Her pearl necklace rattles against her chest as she clutches her heart, afraid to see her precious son underneath me. Right behind her steps my father. Anne rushes into the room. She throws herself toward us, grabbing at my arm.
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