Sky
A week had passed already and I could not believe I was standing right in front of Steve Butler. Behind bars, he was staring at me with so much hatred in his eyes while I just studied him calmly. He was not glaring at me, but I knew that look in his eyes. I’ve had seen it many times before.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
Calling him my father would only make me sad. A father should not hurt his child. Why did he have to see me grow in this world if all he ever wanted in the end was to see me hurt and suffer? How could he live with that? He was tightly tied with the past that he thought the only way to free himself from it was to see his eldest son get back at me who did not even do anything. It was so unreasonable and unaccep
