Gwen

So I’ve had a brother again for a few days now and we’ve really bonded a lot in that time. He says it’s a blood thing, not sure what that means but I love him. Now I’m standing in the living room of my father, who is a very hard man by the look of things. I mean he’s nice and gentle but there is something in him that screams a warning but I can’t place what it would be. As I said I’m standing in his living room surrounded by new family after my brother just exploded all over the place.

“Can someone tell me why baby bro just lost it, I mean I get that his friend is hurt but it’s not like he knows exactly who did it,” I ask and I am getting looks from everyone now.

“That’s the problem; Guy doesn’t know who is doing this. You’re brother has some problems and you might want to sit down because this is going to take a while,” Daddy, I get to call him that, tells me as I get sat on the couch with him and Momma.

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