Khalifa's POV
"Don't be so hateful," I could tell she was leaning on the wall, "rather, you should be grateful that you are useful at this point in your life. Literally everyone has abandoned you. Am I not the only one you have left?" Her footsteps got distant after that.
She was done and I had no comeback except that I hated this. I didn't ask to be f*****g born!
This was hell.
"I hate my life. I hate that I was even carried by this woman." The tears started to flow again as I thought about my father.
The little memory I had of him had gotten too faint and I could only remember the purple umbrella in the only picture I had of him before it got burnt.
It brought comfort. Just a little bit of comfort to me until I remembered that it took two to made a baby.
If he hadn't fallen f
