Bitter thoughts

Xander's POV

My head ached as I tried to get off the bed. I sighed in frustration when my legs seemed disinterested in aiding my movement. Everything seems so tiring, I really wish I wasn't so much of an adult right now. I would have forgotten everything that sounds like a nightmare two nights ago.

Some part of me was buried in the crescent pack and returning to the same house where I had shared so many happy memories with my father in. Had me worried about my mental health. Dad's secret getting exposed had me scarred to death.

I don't have a sibling and have no idea what it feels like to lose one, but I did have people I love that includes my dad and mum. The both of them had been my solace before their death. If Elizabeth wants everything my dad owns, I will gladly give it up to her.

I want nothing to do with such afflicted assets in the first place. Heading to the bathroom, I turned on the shower faucet, the cold water bite hard into the holes of my skin. Making me screech at th