4 ~ Unexpected Invitation.

JULIAN’s POV

Hours dragged on into days and the vivid memory of my father sucking his boss off is still looping in my mind.

If my interest in textbooks were at fifty percent? Now it is at ten percent. It's not like I didn't want to study, my mind just develops a mind of its own.

Crazy, right? But it's really exhausting.

Not a day passes by without the flashes of those scenes creeping into my mind. And every time it did, it left me yearning, wanting to touch myself.

And I always touched myself. One thing I hated myself for again.

Dad didn't talk much...