Jayden POV
Brooke runs her hand through my hair and rubs circles on my back as I cry for my mother. I cry for her pain and everything my father stole from her and me. How did I not know exactly what he was? "Don't do that to yourself Jayden? How could you know what he hid from you? You were a child", Storm says to me. He's right, but it doesn't change that my mother probably suffered exactly what Brooke did before they killed her. I squeeze Brooke a little tighter in my arms. I'm so grateful that she is here with me despite what the f**king ba**ard tried to do to her. I promise that he will suffer for what he did to my mother, Brooke, and Jocelyn. I take a deep breath, pulling in as much of Brooke's scent as I can before I pick up my head. She wipes the tears from my cheeks and lays
