Hardy's Pov
I shut my eyes tightly and waited.
Waiting was the hardest. Those few seconds were hell on earth and the helplessness that came with it still makes me nauseous even to this day…but it was all I could do.
Just wait. Wait for the heartbreak, wait for the confusion and the thousand questions as to why…why me? Why us?
So, I waited.
I waited for the cold harsh hands filled with anger and spite, I waited for the hatred and the hurt and the self loathing I felt every time she hit me.
but suddenly there was a voice from the hallway.
"What is going on here?"
Everyone turned around, it was my father, West Devon.
I watched him from the sink. He was a tall rough looking man who was taller and broader than anyone I have ever met.
West was a towering giant of a man, his physique imposing and intimidating.
He stood at least 6'5" with a chiseled, rugged face that seemed carved from granite.