Vasili
Edward and I drove home in a comfortable silence as faint music played in the background. I looked out the window at the lit buildings and people walking to their destinations. My heart felt content for the first time in a long time. Cameron Coleman owed nothing to me but he made me feel like I belonged.
It had been so long since I had a father figure that made me feel like I mattered. That I was worthy of being called a son and cared for. My father hated me from the day I made a huge mistake at the age of twelve that changed my life forever.
He always use to be so happy to see me when he came home. Always picking me up and spinning me around. We would go outside to the garden and I would help him take out vegetables we had farmed in preparation for dinner. It was our routine. Even after he started making money we always did that.
