Chapter 9: Lectured by Daddy ( Luther’s POV )
My father always told me I should have ended up in an orphanage or in a cuckoo house.
Who thought I would end up in a white cushioned room after all?
I think he would laugh if he could see me now.
No... he wouldn’t.
He would just cross his arms and tilt his chin upwards
"What a disgrace. Your mother should have swallowed you"
Or something like that.
It’s annoying that I can hear his voice in the back of my mind like that.
I mean—sure, being locked up by your childhood best friend you almost killed and a psychopath who wants to skin you alive if you get a hard-on is bad. It’s bad. Really bad. It’s atrocious. But hearing your father lecturing you on top of that?
Cutthroat experience, I swear.
I think I’ve been here for days. I can’t really say
I don’t have windows.