Luke Starr was sound asleep, his arm draped lovingly over his girlfriend’s small frame. Luke was, mentally, far from his soft bed and loving girlfriend. For in his dreams he was reliving one of the worst days of his young life an event that occurred about ten years earlier. A day he would never forget, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how long he slumbered.
He was a teenager, living an admittedly dull life with his family, parents and two sisters in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He had a good relationship with his sisters; teasing each other for days on end, though deep down knowing they would do anything for the other. Luke knew that he would kill for his sisters. They wouldn’t even have to ask, simply point him in the right direction. But
He was a teenager, living an admittedly dull life with his family, parents and two sisters in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He had a good relationship with his sisters; teasing each other for days on end, though deep down knowing they would do anything for the other. Luke knew that he would kill for his sisters. They wouldn’t even have to ask, simply point him in the right direction. But