“No, Tristan!” I screamed out while still holding on Cassie tightly.

“Tyler, go,” she said softly while pushing me away gently.

“Are you sure?” I asked and her cheek with my thumb.

“Yes go, see if he's okay,” she spoke more firmly this time.

I nodded and immediately ran over to my father, who was now crouched over my brother's body. I put my hand on his shoulder then looked at Tristan. He was absolutely covered in black and purple bruises. he had a massive black eye that had swollen shut. He was covered in blood and I couldn't even work out where it was all coming from. There were...