#Chapter441

15 years later

Zander

“Shay? Get your ass down here now!” My old man yelled.

God, I hated him because it’s one thing or another with him. I walked downstairs.

“You little shit! I thought I told you to stay out my stash!”

“I didn’t touch your stash!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, you ingrate. I took you in when those drug-riddled scum abandoned you!”

It was constant with us. My dad always reminded me I wasn’t one of them. My parents had adopted me.

For as long I could remember, it’s one thing or another. Someone always picked at me or roughed me up. A few of those...