Chapter 31: Buried Hatred

I felt nauseous and had a bad headache by the time the van stopped.

I was taken out of the van because I was completely unwilling to cooperate and was taken inside an average looking house. There was even a garden fence outside, which wasn’t something I was expecting to see in my father’s house.

Or maybe this house wasn’t his. I was just guessing, at this point.

I wanted nothing more than to deal with this in the most mature way possible but my past hurts were getting in the way. I had to think rationally at this point because I didn’t trust my father and that wasn’t going to happen just because he said he wanted what was good for me.

He abandoned me when I was six years old. He didn’t care about me.

I was dropped on the couch when we entered the house. I was surprised by the interior. It was too nice a house and my father in his hoodie and eyeliner didn’t belong here. I had such a different imagine of him in my mind. He wore overalls and button-down shirts; he never looked like