Blake hated his father.
The nonsense drill sergeant who has been domineering his life and making every moment above ground painful.
The once highly respected Military General was now, a shell of his former self do to his wife up and leaving him.
Blake couldn't exactly blame her. He'd want to get away from Bill too if he could. He couldn't hate her for wanting her freedom. But he could hate her for leaving him behind. The woman who had known what it was like to be trapped under the repressing thumb of her husband had left her seventeen year old son at his mercy.
Only rescuing her two girls before Bill could pop his s**t, shave their heads, and make them go to a nunnery.
Blake was sure it had been in the cards for them had his mother not whisked them away.
But now his life was be
