7. Another Home

Athena

“What’s the whole noise about?” he roared. I paused, still facing the white wooden walls that were oozing out termite eggs on the floor due my impact as the voice probed behind me. I gulped down my dry throat. The sight of my mother’s pain had clouded my reasoning.

“What is that thing you’re wearing?” he asked with his usual monotone. I could feel every sound of his footsteps as the aura in the room intensified, but I stood still without the slightest attempt to face him. My heart raced, ceaselessly as I remembered his last warning. I looked down at my training suit and realized how screwed I was.

“Are you deaf? Where did you get that!” he roared behind me. At this point, I was beginning to tremble but I fixed my gaze on the three-year old me smiling at me from a picture frame sitting on the shelf in front of me. I smiled back at my younger self and turned to face my father, I mean, Mr. Styles. I retained the smile on my face as I looked into his eyes. All my aim was to make