I was seated on a bench.
Kaden stood in front of me expectantly with his arms across his chest.
I couldn’t look up at him. My eyes were focused on my hands as I fiddled with my nails trying to get myself together enough to tell the story.
I let out a breath.
“I already told you my father wasn’t a good guy. But I didn’t tell you what he did.“
I knew Kaden was listening attentively.
“He had always been violent. He got drunk and angry and hit my mum for as long as I could remember. Even when she got sick.” I spoke swallowing hard feeling like I was taking in something bitter. “When she died, he started taking all his anger out on Drew.”
I sucked in a breath feeling like I could still hear all the yelling and fighting and Drew telling me to go to my room. “One day, Drew fought back and
