COLDEN’S POV

“King Ice!” Father slammed his massive big hand on the table. My head was hanging. I could not look directly into his face. I was wincing in guiltiness when the images of the front yard popped into my head. It was soaking in water, rivering after the ice had fully melted.

“What comes in your head!” Another hit was given to the poor table. If he does that again, it would probably crack.

My four brothers were at my back, standing while their hands were crossed down their middle, watching the madness of the old man.

“Aren’t you not thinking!I should have given you a punishment! Your mother...