Irvin's POV
My heart hammered against my ribs as I tore through the city streets, ignoring every red light and speed limit. Mom's frantic text could only mean one thing—and I already knew exactly what I'd find at home.
Dad. It had to be him.
I burst through the front door, dread clawing at my gut.
The scene before me made my blood freeze.
My heart plummeted. The sharp crack of leather against flesh sent rage coursing through my veins. Mom cowered in the corner, tears streaming down her swollen face.
I lunged forward, ripping the belt from the old bastard's grip. He fought back, but I overpowered him easily. After landing one final kick to my shin, he stormed out like the coward he was.
I stood frozen, staring at my brother's battered form. Mom rushed to Barnaby's side. "Oh my god, hey, you're okay, you're okay," she whispered, pulling him close. "Let's get you inside."
I scooped Barnaby up and carried him to his room.
