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It was truly a hideous sight, the ragged scars twisting and puckering, making his face more lop-sided than ever. ‘You can never have too many knives,’ he growled in a deep, grinding voice. Nobody laughed, but he did not seem to care.
So funny reading him from this perspective cause he does not come across that way at all in his own pov chapter
He was across the room in an instant. Ardee looked surprised, just for a moment, then there was a sharp click – his fist catching her in the face as she got up. She didn’t fall far. His hands caught her before she hit the ground, yanked her up then flung her back against the wall. ‘You’ll be the end of us!’ Her head smacked against the plaster – once, twice, three times. One hand grabbed hold of her neck.
OMG WHATTTTT i cant believe it?!!! Did not think west was this person hes beating the shit out of his sister wtf????
‘Ardee . . .’ One hand reached out to her, then he jerked it back, afraid of what it might do. ‘I’m sorry . . .’ ‘He was always sorry. Don’t you remember? He’d hold us and cry afterwards. Always sorry. But it never stopped him the next time. Have you forgotten?’ West gagged, choked back vomit again. If she’d wept, and ranted, and beat him with her fists, it would have been easier to bear. Anything but this. He tried never to think about it, but he hadn’t forgotten. ‘No,’ he whispered, ‘I remember.’
I crept out of the house, I went back to the grave, I stood a while looking down . . . then I fucking pissed on it! I pulled up my shift, and I squatted down, and I pissed on him!

