Chapter 25: A Trip To Memory Lane
Elliot entered the apartment without a word, leaving his mother and Peter as they converse. Peter’s eyes followed Elliot’s bum as he stared at it.
Elliot stopped his sobs as he twists open the doorknob of his room.
The poor boy entered with a heavy heart and locked himself in the room, throwing his body to his bed, and cried relentlessly without uttering any sound.
Elliot stared at their curiosity ceiling and remembered how bitter his fate was with Peter’s hands, allowing his tears to accompany his memory recall.
Flashback
It’s always been like this. For almost four years, things haven’t changed even a bit.
Elliot walked into the cold hallway with his head down low. The falling snowflakes touch his shoulders, making the poor boy shiver
