Chapter 108– Davey (Kathline)
Davey’s Point of View.
I can feel that my mouth is open, looking like I am catching flies. No words form, although I have f*****g plenty in my head.
Idiot.
Dimwit.
Stupid.
Crazy.
What does it have to take?
Kathline shoots me a look that tells me to keep my internal utterings to myself, but I cannot say the words even if I wanted to, they are to busy being stuck in my throat. I watch on as Kathline places her arm around Liv’s shoulder, patiently letting my sister sob her heart out over that piece of s**t. For f**k’s sake her face is still yellow from the bruises, and she winces when she stands up, sit’s down or does anything for that matter from her cracked ribs. Yet here she is crying to Kathline about how much she loves that mother fucker, how muc
