Chapter 3"Father, am I your brother?" I asked him as I managed to look up at him, and he scoffed, squatting in front of me."Of course, not. You are my son... My baby boy," He smiled at me disgustingly as he pat my cheek, but it irked me so much that I wanted to slap his hand off me."But you called me brother when that woman was here earlier," I pouted my lips, and he smiled at me brightly. That smile I hated the most in the world. Those set of teeth I hated the most to be spread at me."Don't think about it, son. When that lady is around, you have to call me brother, ok?" He stated, and I slowly nodded my head. I didn't need to ask him why he said that. "Be a good boy, son. Daddy will be back soon," He uttered, leaving me in the room afterward. Slowly, the wide smile on my face disappeared. How annoying acting like this around him? How disgusting having to see his face every fucking day of my life. But what could I do? This was the only way for me to live. Pretending was really th
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