After a little longer, Chester decided to rejoin Delvin in the lounge. There was no point lying around feeling sorry for himself. He might as well see if the man needed any help. He bit his lip, which was already scabbed from all the other times he had bitten it. Sometimes the sharp pain brought him out of his dark rage.

He hobbled into the living room, and nodded when he saw the chair had been fixed. He wished he could have done it, and felt anger raising in his chest. Didn't Delvin think he could do it? He balled his fists but said nothing when the man returned from outside. Chester sat heavily on the old sofa and glared at the broken TV.