[This section is back to the POV of Hunter]
Father and I had returned home on a Friday night. As usual, I decided to take my pillow and go to sleep in the master bedroom, being accompanied by my father. After peacefully falling into a deep sleep, Father had woke me up the next morning since we still needed to head to the training center, as usual. Since my arm was still injured, I was not allowed to participate in any of the activities there and was simply placed by father at the gym, where I was only allowed to work on the machines that involved my leg muscules such as the treadmill.
Father also did not allow me to cook for him, to my dismay. For breakfast, he had stumbled around trying to make scrambled eggs only to somehow manage to burn the pan, which caused me to inwardly roll my ey
