(Evans POV)
I gulped down the lump that formed in my throat and worked up the courage to continue with my story. "One day.. my father had enough. He went out drinking even though he knew that things would get messy if he did so. So one day.." I had to stop. I just couldn't form a whole damn complete sentence and I felt so pathetic.
I sighed. "One day he came home wasted... when he saw my mom I was eating at the kitchen table and he started yelling at her. She just started yelling back not even bothered by the fact that I was still in the room.
I got scared and I didn't know if I should just go to my room or try to finish eating the excuse of a breakfast that I remember were some cucumbers and that's about it.
Well, that decision was made for me because my father saw me and turned his f
