Declan POV
I had sped off after dropping Dakota at her dorm, I couldn’t speak to her, I wanted too but I just couldn’t find the words.
I hated looking back at my past, thinking about that d**k, Gareth and what he had done to me.
How do you explain to someone what it was like, coming home from school each day, wondering if it was a “training” night or not. Demanding that your mum doesn’t help you bath anymore, under the guise of being too old, where really, you just want to make sure she doesn’t see all the black bruises on your seven year old body.
I couldn’t tell her how, when I got into fights at school, I wasn’t beating up some kid, it was Gareth, and I didn’t hold back at all. I put a kid into the ER more than once, one had a concussion, another? I broke his arm. OK, the fuckers de
