“Twelve years ago, I was fourteen… Liam already told you about it, but life with our father was a nightmare. He came and went as he pleased, not giving a damn about us. When he did come home, he was just a violent drunkard. He hit anything or anyone he could until he fell asleep or went out again. We were barely getting by. I had dropped out of school to work, but I made sure Liam and Nate still went.
“I tried to provide so they wouldn’t suffer from it, even if they obviously did. Nate had to get a night job, too, at some point. But we made it work, somehow. We had the apartment to live in, and enough food and supplies for the three of us. I didn’t really care about anything else. As long as my father didn’t hit Liam or Nate.”
“But he was beating you instead…”
“You know, I wasn
