Charles POV
I woke up with a start, looking around the room with blurry eyes. I was completely in a haze as I tried to figure out my surroundings. Where the fuck was I? I was already going into a state of panic when I caught sight of an old lampshade on the bedside table. It was then I realized I was at home, in my childhood bedroom. I wasn't even done breathing in relief when memories of yesterday's events hit me like a flood.
The trip home, my mother, the fight...
I gave a heavy sigh.
It just never got old. I always came home to repeat the same routine. She'd insist on being a bitch, and I'd completely lose my temper. It was quite exhausting, to say the least.
