"Who is this again." A woman tied to a chair asked, confusion evident in her voice.

I am Aurora bitch, who the fuck are you?"

"Aurora, that's my mom you're talking to," Arthur said.

I don't care. The rage was consuming me, burning through my veins like fire. I grabbed a stick from the floor, my fingers wrapping around the rough bark so tightly I could feel splinters digging into my palm. I walked to where Thomas was—no, Dean, it was Dean, it had always been Dean—and I began hitting him ...