You didn’t hate your dad. You loved him–honest! But he made you cry more than any other man you’ve ever spoken to. To everyone else, he seemed like a good dad. He’s there for you! He buys you whatever you want! He’s nice! Your head spun every time someone would say these same things to you. They didn’t know the real him. He was manipulative and harsh and refused to listen.

Your father was the source of so much of your pain. The type of pain that no one could see. The type of pain that you couldn’t prove.

No one believed you or cared to listen until you met Satoru.

You throw your phone across the room after hanging up in your dad’s face. The sound catches Satoru’s attention and he quickly enters your bedroom. His eyes quickly scan the room and they widen as they take note of your now cracked phone screen that lay abandoned on your bedroom floor.

“Baby, what happened?” Satoru asks as he walks in. He stops in his tracks when he hears a sob escape your throat. He sighs softly at the sight of hot tears streaming down your face, walking over to you to gently wipe them away.

His hand lingers on your face as he looks you over. “Was it your dad again?”