ALDO'S POV
I didn't say a word in response, I just took my towel and walked away gently.
With the towel in my hands, I could feel rage beating through me. I was shaking and could barely maintain my stance on the ground.
I could not say any damn thing to Amanda. I just couldn't tell her everything I went through as a child and how my father even abused me. What if she hate me for haying my father?
She may know that I dislike the man but what she doesn't know is that it is way more than just a dislike. I have a raging hatred for that man and I can't even stand him. It's been like this since I was a little child and I grew up hating him.
I quickly got into an all black attire and without wasting much time, I stormed out of the house. Everything I needed was in my car so I didn't bother
