Chapter 33: Maybe you should talk to someone?

Knight hadn’t been able to shake what had happened, what he had done to Sue. Perhaps it wasn’t a bad injury and perhaps Sue really didn’t blame him for it, but Knight certainly blamed himself. A few inches higher and he could have taken an eye. Knight had struggled with control his entire life. He had spent years believing that he took after his father that way, but now he knew he couldn’t blame it on genetics. Carlos, the man who had disappeared when Knight was nine, who had bullied and beaten his mom, had always been the ghost haunting Knight.

As a teenager, he had struggled not to fly off the deep end over every little thing. His control was something he had worked hard for, something he took pride in. He had never felt more out of control than he did now.

He let himself into his grandparents’ house without knocking, as was the norm. He had called ahead to make sure that he and his grandpa would be alone.

“In here, Ev,” his grandpa called to him from the living room.

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