Delusional

Xander's POV

Ghosting people isn't my usual way of acting, but I can't seem to help it. I needed my space, don't know what exactly for. All I did was shift and run through the woods like a raging maniac, drink myself to a stupor, eat whatever junks come my way and sleep like a log of wood. It was an adventurous moment.

I stared around the house compound, it felt like it had lost its colors. Memories of my dad and I crossed my mind and the tears stung my eyes again. Even if he did have his flaws and had done some things in the past, he was the best father anyone could ever wish for.

Dad made time for me, no matter how busy his schedule might be. He had thought he wasn't doing enough when I became secluded, causing him to marry a woman who would be the beginning of our ruin. Hate filled my chest for the horrible woman who wouldn't let go of an over three decades of feud.

The person she is said to be fighting for wasn't exactly well-behaved, it still doesn't justify my father's action.