Christian Achestan's Point Of View.
Sitting in front of Desmond again felt like madness. The man who was supposed to be my father was nothing more than a pathetic excuse in my eyes. Everyone around him respected and feared him, but not me.
I knew the real him, the side of him that made my stomach turn. The secrets he carried deep within his bones disgusted me. I never wanted to see him again, but here I was, forced to tolerate his presence because he had someone important to me. Someone more important than my mother ever was but, I could not let myself show it.
Again I repeat not when he had someone important to me — someone who meant more to me than my mother ever did. I had to keep control of myself for her, for the only person in this world I truly cared about. I had been searchin
