when a lonely highschooler named john finds out hes related to mother cain, things are finally looking up for him. but then his abusive dad gets in the way.....
Sigh another torturing walk home. I knew I had to face my dad. Yeat.
He forever tormented me over my dreams to become a producer, saying I'd never be like him. No wounder I never got the chance to meet mother, she did herself a favour and got out of there as soon as possible.
Before I knew it, I was at the dreaded and hellish front gates I cringe at the defeaning screeching as I swing them open. Yeat greets me with a sarcastic smile, "Hola niño! ¿Cómo era la escuela? Espero que todo haya ido bien hoy, ¡Realmente te extrañé! ¡Incluso preparé tu plato favorito, un batido de proteínas!"
I didn't know exactly what he said but I assumed it wasn't anything good, something about my constant harassment and how I'll never ammount to anything. I kept my head down and marched past him. I wasn't in the mood today.
I sauntered up the stairs to my room, leaving the protein shake Yeat had made me. He probably spat in it anyways.
I opened the gothic door to my room... my safe space.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Johns room
As I walked towards my desk I ran my hand along the walls, I feel every bump and every hole, memories flood back to me from when I've been at my darkest...
I get to my desk and open garageband, working on a song kidry2 sent me, I put my headphones on and dissolved into my own world...
