𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆—-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

Playing middle finger by bohnes

??? POV

I hate him.

I despise his very existence.

There's not a day I live where his every breath of air, makes me loathe him any less.

He's a torturer.

A sinner with the mask of a demon.

I find it hard to believe he is human.

Incapable of showing emotion. I believe he doesn't have them to begin with. There's not one ounce in his body that feels anything for the people he harms. He's ruthless.

He doesn't care who he hurts. He's a monster.

Commands with cold authority.

I doubt he ever was human. I doubt he ever knew the feeling of emotions.

Or maybe he knows one all too well.

Anger.

Fury.

Malice.

Insatiable wrath.

I don't even know how he had a family with his ways. Had a wife. Kids.

I knew since I was very young not to Enrage this man. I knew his temper would give me dire consequences.

And they did.

His person came with warning labels.

Alarms ringing in my head whenever he moved his gaze to me.

He could reduce anyone to fear.

It was a feeling I frequently felt around him. Though I tried my best to be the man he raised me to be. Just like him, he said.

I was his disgrace and hopeful pride at the same time.

His bitter mistake but greatest trophy.

I was expected to be so much.

So much of utter shit. So much of something I loathed. So much of something I never wanted to even be.

Not the scum of the earth.

Not the bastards that flash their dull, rotten teeth.

Not the ones who sacrifice greed for their own personal uses.

That's something I refused to be.

Refuse to be his incarnate.

His other part of himself that he saved for me.

But apparently shit doesn't go the way you want it to. I could beg for eternity to be in a different body. A different family, have a different mind.

But he is always there, isn't he? In the mirror, in the puddles, in the windows.

I cannot escape him.

But maybe i have to accept it.

My fate.

Because as much as i loathe the man who shares the same blood, same DNA, same last name.

I am his exact copy whether I like it or not.

I hold his same cruelty.

We share the same look in our eyes.

We have the same purpose on this world.

We committed the same crimes.

I may hate that man but he is my father.

I am as much of a monster as he is.

We are no different.

An:

Oooo third confession who is it??

Also did I mention at the end of the book I'll most likely release a chapter explaining hints, mysteries you still wonder when the books done and allat jazz? If not then i will probably do that for those who don't understand certain things xx