84 #What really happened?

Kevin

I stare at Kiera, who is lying peacefully on the ground with her hands still tired from each other, her head resting on a crumbled blanket, looking tired and vulnerable. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell with each breath, the rise and fall almost imperceptible. Because of me, I couldn't shake the guilt that washed over me as I realized the extent of the damage I had caused. It was clear that my actions had taken a toll on her, and I knew I needed to make things right.

I leaned my head against the wall and sighed at my mistake. How can I let my anger get over me like this? How can I hurt Kiera, my cousin, and my little sister?

Maybe I am like my father, a cruel bastard who can't control his temper. I pushed my head hard against the wall as I watched Kiera struggle to find comfort in her position like this.

I walked to her side, untied her hand, and brushed her hair away from her face as I grabbed a blanket covering her body.

"Jason..." I heard Kiera mumble in her