Worse than she was.

Zeno

I throw Nero an apologetic glance as my father grips my wrist and pulls me out of my bedroom. His hold is so tight that I'm sure he will leave bruises.

Yet, despite that, I allow him to drag me around like a rag doll for the sole fact of who he is. This man created me, brought me up and taught me the most important lessons in my life, so I can't dismiss him as if he weren't there from the very beginning.

The bottom line is that I have respect for him even if he mistreats me or tries to lie only because he is my dad. Not everyone is as lucky as I am, some kids grow up without a father figure in their lives, so I guess I should appreciate what I have.

My father shoves me inside his office and slams the door shut. His face and neck are bright red while he's struggling to breathe. I almost freak out, but once I remember this is his usual behaviour in moments of intense rage, I decide to step back.

"You," he roars as his eyes settle on me. "You, ungrateful, selfish fucking brat. A