Ava

Prologue

I shuddered in fear as my father grabbed my brother, Noah, by his arm and turned him to face my dad. "What do you think you're doing, boy?" He hissed in his scary, low voice which he uses when he's angry. My brother is using his tough face, so I know he's trying not to cry. My dad talks some more then pushes my brother to his room, well our room since me, Noah, and our older brother, Peyton, all share the same room. I feel bad for him but it doesn't last long, since our dad tells us to go also shortly after. When I walk in, I see Noah under his blanket and I settle on my bed. Since we usually get some free time in bed before we go to sleep, I dig into my bin full of stuff and get out a Survivors book. I read it, and though it's a good story, I can't seem to focus and I glance at Noah, who has finally poked his head out from under the blanket, his eyes shining with tears.