CALLUM
"I had hurt one of my boys badly," I said, my voice quieter now, almost lost in the night air. "And traumatized the other. Then I had to make the difficult decision to wipe them clean afterward."
Alistair didn't say anything, just kept looking at me with that steady, unreadable gaze of his, like he was waiting for me to spill my guts. And maybe I needed to. Maybe I needed someone to hear it, to understand just how f****d up it all was.
"I was just a kid," I continued, staring at the glowing tip of my cigarette. "I was just a kid who wanted friends, like any normal person would. But the options I had were to let them remember me as a monster... or take away every memory we had together. Every good moment, every laugh, gone. And with that, a part of themselves, too."
The weight of
