Chapter 57: THE PAST

LORENZO’S P.O.V. Where most people had a loving father who tied their laces and taught them how to play ball, I had a narcissist who tried to control every aspect of my life. I couldn’t remember much of my childhood but I remembered living it in absolute fear of the man who had fathered me. I had to walk on eggshells around him every day of my life because any little mistake would earn me a whipping for days. Mother couldn’t do much, she was the typical mob wife; her job was to sit still and look pretty. Father kept her as an adorned shelf on the wall and I was her only companion. I couldn’t count the number of times she had dreamed aloud about the kind of life she wished she had- a life where she was loved and cared for. It wasn’t that father kept her away from having anything doo, it was just that he was incapable of feeling emotions for another person. Whenever I saw him, it was a testament to my strength that I didn’t just kill him. I wanted to, I thought about it so many times