ׂ╰┈➤𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙊𝙛 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝘼𝙞𝙧

Christians POV

I had to get out of that house. I didn't have a choice, it's better to be out in the streets than be in there with him.

My feet hit the grass below my window and I run, I run far away from that man, the man that supposed to love me but hates me more than I hate myself.

I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. How can a man get used to his father hating him and hitting him whenever he doesn't live up to the expectations?

Today's outburst was because I got home late from work, even though I am the one still funding the house he lives in, the alcohol he drinks, the food he eats, everything.

Yet I still get punished for 'not being good enough'.