Chapter Nineteen - The Hate You Give

I remember when I was eight and wanted to get some sweets from the shop. I didn't have cash and I refused when my dad asked me to do something for him.. in results, he refused to give me 50c so I can go buy myself some sweets. I was so hurt and wanted them so bad. I stupidly went to his wallet and got 20c.. when I turned around he was there looking at me.... the same look...

Sleep last night? I got non because my thoughts were up all night. My father's face and how she looked at me. I'd see it all the fucken time I closed my eyes. It hurt so so much because it made me feel so small... like that little baby who stole 20c from him.

I slowly dragged myself up when I heard his shower goes off. He was going to work so I needed to fix him breakfast and a lunchbox.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth and then went to the kitchen. I put his lunchbox next to his breakfast with am apple.

I went back