ALDO'S POV
The moment the water connected to my body, I paused for a second and just took a long breath.
I shut my eyes and used my hands to trace the scars on my body. My body tightened at how I got most of the scars from my father and how gruesome it was to be raised by him.
I swallowed hard at the images filling my head. How my father would return home drunk and take out all his anger on me. Why will a rich and successful man come back drunk? Only broke men do that !
He'd use his belt and if I don't wail at how painful it I, he'd be forced to use something harder like and object with sharp edges that could make me groan in pain.
For a long time I had the idea that my father was such a bad person who just wanted a toy he could inflict pain on.
As a child and even as a teenager, it was all I th……
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