Chapter sixty two

Luka’s POV

I had learned the hard way that men weren't supposed to cry, Father didn't fail to remain me with constant whips that stung my back and face. It was something I learned very young in an early age that a man doesn’t cry.

The world is filled with tears and sobs and crying children but no man would ever shed a single tear, Father told me this many time whenever I cried for my mother, he said it wasn’t right. Father was cruel when he was punishing me because of my mother's absence but he couldn’t care less that I cried, I think he hated women who were weak because then he could punish them as much as he liked with the whip.

The worst punishment had to be when I lost my puppy, I was ten and I cried for the poor dog that was killed on the street after I saw a car wreck, the blood stained the asphalt so badly I thought it would never come off, the puppy was already dead. Father came out of his room with a whip in hand and gave me a good beating for such disobedience, he made m