It has been long since Javion had slept like this and he knew whom to thank for that. He looked at Hazel as she slept peacefully on his chest. The girl had one leg on his waist and an arm around his neck as if she was scared he would disappear.
He had realized that he was doing the exact same thing his father did to his mum. He admired his father for a lot of things but how he treated his mum.
He would wake up every morning to check on his mum and see her whimpering from her dad’s whip. Some said his father was a psycho, he had chosen not to believe it despite having all the signs laid out before him.
He remembered how he had ridiculed her in front of the whole kingdom and made her an outcast. For years, his mother would sit by her window, lonely and weak.
The last straw was when his
