ROMAN’S POV:
“Just go, babe. I’ll call you later,” I literally pushed the blondie out the door and before she could practice her cursing upon me, I shut the door on her face. Dropping my shoulders I walked to the couch and threw myself on it, face first.
The usual darkness began to unleash itself upon me like inky clouds cover the brightness of daylight. The memories of my childhood were flashing before my eyes as I tried to push them backward in the storage unit. Where they will hide for an eternity until I die. My childhood was moreover of a haunted echo than a cherishable recollection. It was filled with me, secluded in my room for half of the day and consoling my mother for the other half.
All alone in a mansion by the sea trying to think of ways to make my father come back to us.
