~Nathan~
I have never been a filial son to my foster mother. Probably never would.
While I was growing up, I tried so hard to please her. I tried so hard to make her look at me the way she looked at Liam. And maybe talk to me just a quarter of the way she talks to Liam.
But I was a child and foolish. I should have known earlier that it was one of those wishes that never came to pass.
Clenching my teeth, I push the door open.
Seated on the bed is Harinth with my very own foster mother in his fvcking laps. His hands roaming all over her as he sucks her lips like a hungry beast!
What a sight.
No wonder. Wasn't it just too odd that they were so inseparable?
Already the sounds I heard suggested to me I was bound to see this sort of scene but now that I'm seeing it, I am completely
