"He was considerably nicer to the dogs," Isak replied, bitterness in his words. He took a long sip of whiskey and set the glass down with a bit of force. "I still do not know the extent of what he did to my mother. But I made sure that he never laid a hand on me or my siblings ever again. Not after that happened." Of course, Isak did leave to go to the States for university, but he was still working through that guilt. "I did the best that I could," he added, his voice a whisper, his gaze lost in the whiskey.
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Date: 2016-09-24 10:57 pm (UTC)