~Carlos’s POV~ The sound of glass shattering against the wall echoed through the whole house. One after another the sounds followed and every time something hit the ground, he looked at me, trying to find someone who had died years ago. He wanted me to flinch. He wanted my legs to go weak the way they always did whenever he gazed at me with red eyes and shaky hands. But there was none. He would've seen what he wanted if it were years ago, but now… His every yell. Every rage bait blends into the noise. The one that I don’t want to hear. The one that I still couldn’t throw out of my head. My father stood in the middle of the room, his chest rising and falling heavily, his face flushed with rage that had nowhere to go but out. And right now, I was the easiest target. I always was. First my mother and then me. “You had one job!” he roared, his voice echoed through the entire living room as another vase hit the ground with force, shattering it into tiny, uncountable pieces
Last Updated : 2026-04-30
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