CHAPTER 35

~Rexford ~

I've never been good. Not to anyone. Well there I lied. There was a time in my life where I was good. That was before I was forced to shoot my own mother. It still feels unreal. How could a son ever shoot his mother you think? I know it's horrible, I'm horrible.

It's not something I'm proud of and trust me it has haunted me ever since that day. Before Lucy I had almost panic attacks every night.

I have a room in the house that I would call my panic room. I don't let anybody in there. It's just an empty room. I always go there when I am having a panic attack.

When I was around 10 years old my father trained me every day. He said that I would be strong and everybody would fear me in the future. As a kid I didn't want that of course. So I made my own rules. I made some nice friends. I had fun for a total of 3 days before my father found out about them. He said friends make you weak and vulnerable.I don't know what he wanted from me at that age. He wanted so much from a 10 year