STAY WITH ME 6

We all can agree that I had a long day, so when I was finished from the bank, I went straight home, skipped dinner but had a nice warm bath and settled into bed. I know you must be wondering what Aryan’s response was to my baiting, the priest did not ignore me this time, he muttered,

“Maybe I will.” Under his breath, and I played his part, by pretending he did not say that, because if he wants to do something about it, I should have no say in it.

Anyway, I was cuddled up in bed, with his journal that I hadn’t finished reading yet, my eyes at the pages that tween Aryan wrote.

Even at such a young age his writing was great, he explained things his father had said to him in explicit detail, giving us a window into his childhood. His father much like my parents, never laid a hand on him, but acted like he should be grateful he was hitting him with words instead.

Poor tween Aryan usually went days without food, but his father had the money to take proper care of him, he just would not