Sophia’s POV

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“Leave me,” I shouted, trying to free my wrist from his hand. “Leave me, please!!” I cried, slapping his hand with my other hand, but he kept pulling me out of the house. “You’re hurting me, Henry.”, I cried, and immediately he left my hand as if he cared.

Well, his grip was indeed hurting me.

I wasn’t lying.

But the moment he left my hand, I ran toward Brandon to beg in front of him to spare the life of my brother. “Brandon, Brandon!!” I grabbed his arms. “I don’t know what happened in the past, but please don’t kill John.”, I pleaded, hoping for him...