Chapter 20
Aaron POV continued
I ran to my room. I was burning in anger just minutes ago, but now it has turned to sadness. First, I was heartbroken, but now I couldn’t feel my heart anymore. Why does he have to take every freaking thing from me? The time I saw him in her eyes, he told me if I needed a chance I should try that school even though I know James was there too. Still, I followed just because of her but knowing everything he still did.
Why the fuck is he doing this to me?
Why? Do I look like a pushover? Why do I cry and tell him because he took the one I love? Maybe it is because he always feels happy whenever he takes one of my things. It was the same as the first time I was happy with my mark and ran to show dad my mark report, but I found him beside me holding his mark report and getting patted by him.
I know I was jealous of him to my core, but who started it? Was it me? I don’t think so. If dad were seeing my report and patted my head the same as he does I need to be going crazy with these broken feelings inside me? I don’t think so. It’s all their fault.
I started packing my bags. I threw many things on my way packing but I know once I let go of this place, this place will be him in no time, so why should I even make it good? When it is not something, I could call mine as well.
"Aaron, wait a minute! We can talk about this", I can’t believe he even comes to my room following me all the way.
"Listen to me once. I could explain everything. Stay here. I will tell you everything. I will talk to Dad. he will never raise his hand again. Please stop, where will you ever leave?" he said, but every sentence he said hurt me a lot.
"What did you just say? You will explain everything to me? You will explain to me what? You want me to believe you have feelings for her when I couldn’t see shit in your eyes? No, right? Then get the fucking ass of yours out of here. And yeah, what you said? You will tell dad? Or you are just telling me he is only your dad, not mine?"
"Tell your so-called dad I don’t need him when he has discarded me like a useless piece." That was my last sentence to him as well as my dad.
I picked up my luggage and ran downstairs. I could see Mr Morris, king, still standing in the same place I saw him before. He didn’t even bother to stop me, which is clear that he didn’t even want me to stay here anymore. In just two more months, I will be eighteen, a legal adult. I’m no longer a child, either. Even if I was a child, who the fuck even made me feel like a child? No one.
I kept looking at everyone, but they looked away, making me laugh.