||" Damien Troy "||
I arrived at my father's mansion after I left Kristen's place. Fear pricked my heart as I made my way through the hallways into my father's study.
I knew what was waiting for me immediately after I set foot into that study, I knew it was unhealthy, but that was literally the least of my concern, all I wanted right now was that pain I hated so much.
Sometimes words scar more than action, and sometimes action scar more than words but in my case, words scar more than actions. My mother's actions scared me but my father's prickly words scared me more and made me forget about my mother's scar.
It was an unhealthy way of coping, I knew. My therapist drums it in my ear every time. I almost fired the last therapist when she made mention of this again, but I didn't
