Tarrant

Hello.

Hello. My name's Tarrant. Before you start Googling my name, it's Irish for Thunder. No, I'm not Irish, my father just thought it was a cool, strong sounding name for a boy, I guess.

My father...was the kind of father who didn't care what it took for his son to be considered masculine, even if it took forcing the masculinity into me by the use of violent measures. I don't have too many positive memories of him, to be honest. I remember the last thing I heard him say to me though, right before I ran away from home at 17. "If you dare walk out of that door, I swear on your mother's grave I'll end my life."

And I slammed that door harder than I ever had in my entire life, and I haven't heard from him since.