The first person

Chapter 80

~Davies~

Time went, days followed and then, a week. I was still at refusal to visit my father. It was even a shame on me having someone like him as my own biological father. I feel vulnerable for the fact that when people comes to know about his secret, I wouldn't even be able to stand but rather be feeling the eyes of people on me as I was his only son.

Many would see me as one who would take his father's steps too or might have also been treading it. Which I don't want and would never be. We are two different individuals, and that's what they'll fail to know.

"Davies, you're still here?"Damian Lillard, my best friend heads out of his bathroom, all wrapped with a towel as he climbed down the stairs towards me.

I chuckled. His house felt so much like home, unlike mine.

"I was just about leaving, Damian. I even overstayed my welcome and..."

"Cut the crap, Davies. You've only been here for a week and so what? I don't mind you staying for a month, or even years. I really don'