"Why?"
I mumbled to no one, my eyes fixated on the blue sky as I sat on a bench at the entrance of the second-year building.
'Why did that bastard do that?'
My mind raced with different scenarios I could think of to justify my shitty father's behavior, but not a single thing came to me that could explain why he was trying to keep Grace away from me.
'Or maybe not just Grace, but everyone who cared for me.'
The more I think about it, the more I feel my chest tightening with suffocation.
That fucking father of mine was trying to isolate me from those who cared for me.
Even if I tried to delude myself into thinking that he was doing it for my benefit, I couldn't find a single reason why being alone could've been beneficial to me.
Was he always trying to manipulate me into thinking that I was all alone and no one cared for me, that no one would bother if something happened to me?
What was his goal?
