KIAN
It ran longer than I anticipated. Meetings with my father have always drained me and have always pushed me to my edge. This is nothing new. But it doesn't mean the mental pain he gives me doesn't feel physical every time I see him. He just pulls into the strings that I always try to tuck away. He rips open my wounds and rubs salt so effectively that it lingers and seeps into my bones until it torments my sleep away from me.
"I told you not to involve yourself with such cases." His sharp blue eyes narrow on me, clashing with mine. He is not a good-looking man. But he has a sharp appearance and an air of authority that I somehow managed to master.
"I did not involve myself with such a troublesome case, Father." I return calmy, the noose around my throat tightening, squeezing.
