Chapter 8
Adrian's POV
I jump up straight in the bed, gasping for air as I clutch my chest. Another nightmare. I wipe away that sweat that formed and try to calm my heart rate down. It may have been a nightmare but that was my reality. That man was no father of mine. He was just a sperm doner in my opinion. After that night it only got worse. If I did something wrong in the smallest possible way? I was beaten. Talked the wrong way? Beaten. Acted the wrong way? Beaten. Nothing I ever did for that man was good enough.
Though what type of role model did I have? If I had learnt anything from that man it was how to punch and how to drink. I guess I picked up on both of them.
I clutch my head as I feel a sharp pain. Stupid hangover. What happened last night?
"Morning." I hear a soft voice m
