Aldo's POV
“Act like a man, damnit!” Those words were the last nut to break in my head as I looked up at myself in the mirror and sighed.
The memories were flooding back, the ones I tried so hard to push behind, to hide.
“Come here, Aldo,” The voice that makes me tremble in fear whenever I hear it called me and I turned my head to look at the memories, the painful memories.
My dad dragging me across the hallway, ignoring my cries , my screams, my pleas, as he threw me into the tight storeroom in the house and locked me in there.
“Dad!! Dad? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know what I did but I won't do it again,” I cried, banging on the door to get his attention.
The fear of darkness , fear of closed places, of being near much humans, it all started from there, from my own father……
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