ROMAN’S POV:
“Why did your father leave you?” A voice adorned with mockery echoed as I tried to submerge myself within my books. I tried to walk as fast as I could through the hustle in the hallway.
“Hey fathead, we asked you something,” I felt someone push me forward and I stumbled a few steps ahead. My books splattered across the floor and for a moment I lost the sense of my surroundings. I tried to stand up with the help of my elbows when the weight on my back forced me back to the lying position. It was hurting, but I knew better than to challenge them.
“So we heard Matey, your father ran away. Was your mother being a naughty girl?” This made me cringe but the laughter afterward made me squirm. Why does this have to happen every f*****g day?
“He w…will… co…come back,” I tried to m
