LOGAN’S POV
I hurried home immediately as I was still filled with rage and anger. I rushed home immediately, over to my father's office and I barged into my father’s office. He looked up at the door, probably wondering who was at the door. He had his fingers buried beneath his face.
The anger in me burned so bad that I wished l could slam him. That minute, I wished I could punish him and make him beg for life. I wish I could kill him slowly and make him languish in pain for all he had done to me and the people I cared about.
I wish he could writhe in pain and beg to be allowed to leave. I wished I could put an end to his life and the miserable bond that existed between us both but I couldn’t. I wondered how much I must have been hated to be given to such person as my father.
How could
