“No one.” I said.
“Storm.” He said.
“Don’t.” I snapped but he didn’t flinch.
“Who?” He asked again.
I let out a breath and hated the way my chest felt like it was getting tighter.
“My father.” I said and Drake didn’t say a word.
“He controlled everything. Where I stood and what I said and when I ate and when I slept and who I looked at and whether I was allowed to breathe without him deciding I was doing that wrong too.” I continued.
The words came out sharper than I wanted them to but that was because saying them softly would have broken something inside of me.
Drake’s expression changed and the anger didn’t leave but it shifted.
“He did that to you?” He asked.
“That and worse.” i said and I saw his hands flex at his sides.
“Storm.” He said quietly.
“No. Don’t look at
