"Good mother," Annabeth grinned, a sense of accomplishment ran through her. It all disappeared when she laid eyes on Justin. She felt like throwing up.
"Justin Crowly…" Mrs. Crowly muttered. Her face scrunched up into a frown. She turned away from her son, "I don't even know how to look at you."
Annabeth gave a nod of agreement. "Mother… if you look at the girl he abused… you'd be terr- actually, should we go ourselves?"
Justin looked up immediately, his eyes widening in fear. He remembered what he did to Alice. The marks that ridiculed her boy, bite marks, love marks, whip marks, bruises, there were so many marks he had left on her. They were for his eyes only. He kept them on her for him to see them only, he didn't want to show it. He didn't want to share.
"N-no… please forgive me. What I have done is a sin. I should have never indulged in disgraceful things like that," Justin begged, pressing his head into the ground.
