NATHAN'S POV
I held on my head, clutching on to my hair, sitting in the same position for exact 20 minutes. I have been counting seconds to distract myself but it isn't helping anymore. I feel throwing things around. I feel like punching something so hard. I want to feel something as powerful as the anger burning inside me. I hate myself when I loose control. But, its just, I cannot take this s**t anymore and the worse, I cannot f*****g do anything.
If it was not mom, I wouldn't even have thought twice before telling the cops. At least I would have had one bastard out of my life. Does he even think about Noah? And why don't he change the address to his actual home? He doesn't belong here. Not anymore. We know how to live and survive without a drug addict father and his money.
I looked
