Chapter Thirty-Six

Grim POV

Growing up, I have been told that love is the only emotion that can make one weak and destroy someone completely, and I took that advice and carried it wherever I went.

So much so that I never let anyone in, like really into me. Not my mother, not Hunter, not Meredith, and not even Theresa. I loved them, but I had a large detachment for them. I knew they were not going to be by my side always; no one has actually been.

Sometimes my mother looks at me with the eyes and says, ‘You are the biggest mistake of my life.' Maybe if she had not given birth to me, she would have eventually moved from my dad and not had to bear the names they called her.

Hunter, on the other hand, sometimes used my legitimacy against me, even when I tried to tell him that his dad was not that good. He pointed it to me to shut the hell up; I don't know about parental love. My dad sees me as a tool and not a son. A tool for destruction.

With time, I got used to it. So much so that neither my father's sho