JAMES
“I have a shift at the drugstore tonight,” I nod silently, rushing to eat my breakfast. “But don't get any wrong ideas,” he warns me with that tone of voice that always makes me shudder. “You’ll come home as soon as you leave the university, without any detours. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Father,” the cereal that slides down my throat feels like sandpaper due to the big knot that refuses to disappear.
“Okay, I'll get your f*****g medicine today,” he grunts, tightening on his wrist his favorite watch. “Your mother didn't even do a good job of giving me a healthy son,” he denies with disappointment in his eyes. “At least your inhaler still works?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He frowns and clenches his fists at his sides.
“Yes, sir.”
“Don't forget it again. I don't know what crap they
