CHRISTIANAnger surged through my veins but I could not react or act upon it, not when there were four hefty bulldogs in dark sunglasses and black attire daring me with their presence to make a wrong move.

I was yet to heal from the beating from two days ago.

Denise was with them.

"Why are you doing this, Denise? I trusted you." I could only express my anger and disappointment with minimal action to back it up.

"Hailey trusted you." She replied calmly.

"You never told me you were siblings. ...