Damian
A frown sets upon my forehead in the predawn darkness while I stare at the video on Bryan’s phone. My older sister is abusing Bryan. Verbally.
The irritation deepens, setting off an irritation that grates against my brain when I see Page make a failed attempt at grabbing his phone, which he evaded while driving.
It was taken five days ago, and Bryan never told me about it. He did send me a picture however, but one that never indicated all this. I know Page would have been a lot to handle but I half-expected Bryan to say something about her verbal abuse towards him, though I admit, I somewhat knew.
‘My baby puts up with so much.’
Not bothering with the rest of it, I close it off and return his phone to the nightstand where he placed it before sleeping away. Kissing his f
