Chapter 37

Ashers POV

Driving to my father's home made my heart pound, my fingers slick with sweat. “I'm nervous as hell. I hope this ends well. There has to be another way out besides him disowning me.” As I approached the house, I felt a wave of nostalgia all over me. I hadn't been here in about ten years due to the memories of the house and the memories were ones I wished I could forget as I still had traumas about my childhood. “Damnit, I don't want to be here.”

I stepped into the parlor, and the past rushed back. I vividly remember that seven years old me.

I was seven years old, hiding behind the worn-out couch, my breath shallow. Mrs. Blackwood's voice echoed through the house. "Come out, you bastard!" Her footsteps grew louder. My hands were sweaty, my heart raced. I felt the sting of the first spanking, sharp and humiliating. Later, she dragged me to the little room downstairs, locking me inside. The darkness was suffocating. _Why is she being mean to me?” I had always asked as I crie