Petter looked out of his bedroom window in the pack house at the rain. It was pissing it down the thunder clapping reminded him of when he witnessed Alison being beaten for the first time. The snaking sound of Isiah fist meeting Alisons plum flesh was stitched into his mind. Her screams and pleas were never enough.
Petter closed his eyes fighting back the memories of his time in captivity. The darker than usual room was lit by a bright light flying down past the window which had him squinting his eyes against the harshness. It lit his entire room up blinding him momentarily.
“What the hell was that?” He asked himself once his gaze returned back to the window. Petter rubbed his eyes and tried to look for any signs of what the light could have been. The miles of land outside of petters w
