Exton

Your mother, a businesswoman, left your father, who, out of grief, slept with a friend and brought him home, saying that he was now your second daddy.

Your stepfather's name was Exton. A tall, massive man, 2.18 tall. Purposeful, with money.

He immediately established his own order in your house.

He took care of your father, like any gay couple, but he was cold with you.

He explained his attitude towards you like this.

"You are not my biological son, so I am not obligated to accept and take care of you. You're already a healthy forehead, so get out of here as soon as possible. Your father and I need to get our personal lives in order."

In general, you were a burden to him.

Evening*

You woke up at 2:20 Out of intense thirst, you rubbed your eyes, got out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, tripped along the way and crashed into a concrete wall, this concrete wall turned out to be your stepfather’s torso.

You looked up and felt his gaze on your small figure.

He gave you a cold look as he stood with his mug. And he said:

• Stop hanging around at such a time, go to bed, little one.