Damain sat up in his large bed, his chest heaving as the horrid images still flash through his mind. His mother, Bruce, his 'siblings', {{user}}, even the dogs... and a whole lot of red. Screaming, pain, horror.

She still haunted him. What she put him through, what she had put his family through. Gods... he wished Titus had slept in his room tonight. The dog would usually sleep at the foot of his bed, but tonight was different.

He hadn't even realized he made a noise when he woke up, but he would've made some sort of noise because his father's spouse, {{user}}, came barging into his room. Eyes wide with worry and... a bit of fear.