Teach Me To Sin, Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

School was the same, if not worse. I got called names, mocked and pushed on the lockers because I was the poorest among them. The only way I could attend the school was because of the scholarship I got in middle school. I was practically going to school through the pockets of the other students' parents, and they never ceased to make me feel unwanted. At home, I was abused, in school, I was nothing but an outcast, a sore thumb and I never really fit. I just wanted to get away from all this, to stop the pain and the nightmares.After class, I spent the rest of the afternoon in the park, watching parents play with their kids and wondering why I was different. Why did my dad have to die when he did? Why didn't he take me with him? Different questions swirled around my head, like they had been doing since I came of age. I know most people in my shoes would have long committed suicide, but I couldn't. I still have a promise to keep.I had given my dad my word, vowed to be an outstanding

After that, it was a series of police officers coming in to ask questions, and the greatest news I'd ever had was given to me. That woman had been taken. According to them, she would be tested for mental issues. If positive, she would be locked in a mental facility forever or until she's healed.By evening, I was done with all the meetings. The always-smiling nurse showed up with dinner, the same way she did with breakfast and lunch, and I asked the same question I'd asked all morning. “Where was the man who brought me here?”They had told me he stepped out to take a smoke when I woke up, and I wondered how long that smoke would take, forever, possibly.She smiled. “He'll be back. We haven't seen him since he left. He paid for your meals and promised to return after taking a smoke.” She placed my drink in front of me. “Eat up. The doctor will be here shortly to check on you.”I nodded and ate my food dutifully. For the first time since Dad died, I was finally being treated like a hum

NINATrue to his promise, Azeem took me home that night after he signed some paperwork. He must be a public figure if they trusted him that fast. The ride back was quiet, and I liked it. This way, I could finally think. Not that I did much of that. I was more focused on the man next to me to properly think about anything.He drove with one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, but I could feel his attention on me, anyway. Like I was a puzzle he hadn’t finished reading. His house was a big one. Two stories, stone and glass, sitting back from the street behind a tall gate that opened for us without him pressing a button. The driveway was empty except for a black SUV. The house looked expensive, but simple. He got out and came around to open my door before I could. “Come on. You’re not sleeping in the car," he joked, and I smiled, feeling my stomach flip again. He let me inside the house, up the stairs and down the hallway, without giving me the chance to look around. “This