Chapter 68

ZADE

"Z? Z, help me!"

Came Sawyer's scream. A six year old trapped in a fire that his own father started.

"He's already gone boy! Come", my father tugged at my hand.

My mother and my other brothers were already at my grandma's house that night. Sawyer and I had come back home a bit early with our father.

He was our favorite because John Cutler gave us everything we wanted.

And that was the very definition of a good father to us. Only that night changed for me and Sawyer.

John Cutler had started the fire. In his furious rage of trying to punish us for destroying important papers to him, he had slapped the lantern off his table and the fire had started roaring faster than we could realize what had happened.

Ofcourse being the sleazy bastard he was, he'd tried to save his own skin by getting out of the house fast unintentionally locking us in.

I had managed to escape the house but Sawyer had been lost in the flames trying to follow me.

When my father had seen me out of the house unharme