Jace / Chap. 67

To say my night was sleepless would be an understatement. Every part of my being, from ear to toe was sore, painful and bruised if not bloody. Pretty sure I have a concussion to top it all oft but mentioning it would simply cause me more pain. That was once my life on a daily basis. After my mom's passing, my father had developed a severe drinking habbit; on his bad days, he'd arrive home drunk like a brick, swearing like a sailor and he'd beat me up for any reason he deemed valid; a bad grade, a misplace word, a fucking lost pen.

I've always feared my father. I quivered at the thought of making him mad and what consequence would follow the beating, to the point I promised myself I'd never let anyone step over me again. The only way to earn someone's respect is through fear. Never show them that you are weak, stay in control.