Chapter seventy seven

Chapter Seventy-seven

Luka’s POV

The memories of my nightmares left me in front of stepmother’s art room, some of her paints were spilled on the floor, and Father had kicked them out of the table in anger.

I wanted to run, I didn't want to watch any further. I knew what awaited me, I was familiar with the routes yet I stayed still watching my younger self move around.

Mama’s face was contorted with grief as I tried to comfort her. It took me hours before she calmed down enough to even look at the pictures again. I remember the tears and the pain, I remembered the sadness.

“Why would you do that? you know how much she loves those” I yelled at my father.

“Shut the hell up Luka, why are you even here” he yelled.

“No, you shut up!” I retorted. My father grabbed a fistful of my shirt and dragged me away from the door, my stepmother (mother) tried to follow but slipped because of the paint. I tried to break through, to help her but my father held me back.

We fought. We screamed at each oth