Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve got a much more laidback weekend than the last one. There’s something to be said for that. Even if we did go from 80F temperatures down to 60s in about a day. Perfect weather to curl up on the couch with a book. But, first, I have more of Hawk’s story. He’s told them a little more about his father. And if you didn’t already figure that Hawk didn’t have a good childhood the first line of today’s snippet should make that clear.
I thought it had been the worst thing to feel my father’s fists and feet slamming into me then having him pushing me out of his truck into a ditch and leaving me there. Until he’d shot at me.
I hadn’t realized my hands were shaking until Damon covered one of them. I drew in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it again. I had to do this twice more before the shaking was under control. No one even commented on it.
”What do you want us to do?”
I knew Chief didn’t mean that to sound defensive. He truly wanted to know what I thought we should do, but I wasn’t even sure. So, I just shook my head and looked down at the hand Damon still had on my knee.
What will they be able to do? Will they help? What’s going to happen next? I’ll have more next weekend.
And here’s Chapter 7 of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad, if you’ve been following along with that.