Blake's father murdered people. He is a drug addict. He used to abuse his mother and Blake too when he is young. They used to live in different small towns until Blake's family settled here.
That was my mom's words.
I stare at the floor, trying to wrap my head around everything she just said.
It’s too much.
Too much to process at once. It’s not like I didn’t know Blake’s life wasn’t some fairytale, but this... this feels like I’ve just uncovered a whole new side of him. A side I can’t unsee, no matter how hard I try to push it away.
I can’t even imagine how that must’ve shaped Blake, living with that kind of terror every day. No wonder he keeps pushing people away, no wonder he’s built all these walls around himself. He was just a kid, thrown into the chaos of a broken family. And
