All Chapters of THE CENTER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

I hated my father even before my mother died. He was the most selfish man I had ever seen. My father was a bank manager, so that meant that he had a lot of money, but here is the funny part of the story, he would rather spend his money building a mansion than paying my school fees. He would rather buy you something useless than give you the money to buy something useful.When my mother died he became worse. He would leave the house for days sometimes even weeks and when he came back he would be drunk. Things only got worse from there, the new routine was he would come back drunk and beat me black and blue then when he is done he would pray for me. I would cry and beg him, scream but he never stopped.It started out small, I had no money to buy food and take care of my need so I started selling drugs, I would steal and beat people up and take their money. Things got so bad that I took the drugs to make me forget about my fucked up life and that assho

There was a reason I didn't want to go to this school, it reminded me of a cage, like I was some animal who was trapped and couldn't escape, it reminded me of the time when I was weak minded and I counted the day till I meet my dead mother in heaven or even better hell, where I could blame the devil for all the bad things that had happened to me in my life.The most important thing that made my shiver and my skin to have goosebumps was him.As I found my dorm room I noticed that it was locked, so I used my key and opened it. The room was a small space with a blank wall, a bunk bed, wardrobe and a bathroom. It was nothing special.I decided to unpack my things.My torturer, my tormentor, my demon.The school reminded me of him, eyes constantly watching you and waiting for your mistake. I shook my head to remove the thought of him from m