Dawson
“Dawson!” Mother barged into my room, right before I could even sit. “Son, what's going on with you?”
“Mother, can you please leave me alone?” I assessed her with an angry gaze. “Go back to your dinner with your insufferable mate. Just let me be.”
Her fists clenched and her nails dug into her skin. “You will not speak about your father like that.”
“Forgive me, mother. But he doesn't feel like a father to me. He's treating me like he would any servant. Telling me what to do and who to build friendships with. He took my freedom of movement away. Now he's taking control of my feelings. I don't get to decide on anything anymore. He's calling the shots. And what am I supposed to do? Follow his every whim like a f*****g puppet?”
“Watch your mouth,” Mother silenced my outburst with a
