Chapter 41

ALEX

"He'll get better, Dad." Anthony's deep voice kept replaying in my head, the more I heard it, the more I was forced to increase the amount of punch I gave this man.

The memories of that day flooded my mind as I punched him. And it helped me. Because I never wanted to stop, and I did not.

To me, it felt like I was punching Anthony, giving him exactly what he deserved for lying, for bullying me, for allowing his friends to beat me. I felt like he was the one here, and two punches weren't enough to punish him, four wasn't enough, not even ten was enough.

That day, I felt like my whole childhood days were crumbling, and all I wanted to do was coil in a bun and sleep away my sorrows. I knew if my mother was there, I would have hugged her, sought comfort in her arms, but she was gone.

Every other maltreatment I ever went through from both my father and Anthony came flooding into my mind. Suddenly, I was living in those days again, suddenly I was in that dark room Anthony called 'Devil'