Chapter Twenty Seven.

Logan Wilson.

I watched Esme continue to fight with her father who easily had the upper hand. He was advantaged in almost every way, he was bigger, stronger, older and with age came experience which Esme's dad had no trouble in showing off. He taunted his daughter, easily attacking her at any given opportunity which disgusted me.

It was as if I could feel every attack as if I was Esme herself, the pain pulsated through my body and the insults tugged at my heart. I was feeling every bit of Esme's pain as if it were my own.

My family's hold on my arms was relentless, it didn't seem to matter how many times I tugged or twisted my body into awkward positions they easily adapted and called more people over to hold me back. I knew it was just as hard for them as I was for me. Esme was family, she had become so close to everyone that it was just as hard for them to watch.