Oliver's POV
" Oliver, were you crying? ", Dad said, moving towards me.
" Why do you even care? It's not like you even care about me. " I said, diverting my eyes from my father.
" I don't care about you but still I am here. What happened? Tell me. ", he said, lovingly.
I was already sad and thought that my father came for me because he thought that I was crying. I was touched thinking that my father was not as bad as I thought and I kept on hating him.
" Father.. ", I said, hugging him. " Uncle hit me today and.... and he was.... he was very upset with me. "
I started sobbing again in the middle of the sentence and I could not complete my sentence properly.
" Oh. Did he hit you badly? "
" Yes. He pulled my hair and slapped me right in the face. It even caused a cut here. See. ", I said, pointing at the area where I was hit.
" Oh.. But... I can't see anything. ", my father said, looking at my face.
