Chapter 117

Daniel's pov

Twelve years ago

The bright morning sun seeped into the kitchen illuminating everything.

Mama was cooking something. I had no idea what it was but it smelled delicious…

Dad wasn't home. He'd gone out to train as usual. These days, he was barely home and when he was, he was always angry at mom and would beat her up for making the simplest mistake.

He yelled at me too and would sometimes hit me for saying something he didn't quite like. It always annoyed and made me cry how much he hated me. I had never done anything to him.

“What are you thinking about, Danny? My mom's voice sounded. I looked up at her.

“Dad hit me.”

I said, unable to continue lying.

Her face immediately fell.

“I'm sorry baby,” she said, walking towards me and hugging me tightly, kissing me everywhere.

“It's okay, my love. Dads just a bit stressed these days.”

She crouched down to my level.

“He's going through a lot with work and everything. He's not going to be like this forever,