Page 31 of Boyfriend From Hell

We spent hours walking his grounds, the air was filled with stories of his childhood.

How isolated he had been, and how woefully lonely it all had been.

His father was never around—always too busy with meetings, reigning in his demons, and organizing newcomers.

His mother sounded like she had always been a bitch and he always hated her role here, so it was no surprise to hear she was hardly a mother at all to him.

It hurt my heart to hear all of it, and it made me look at him in a different light.

No one’s childhood was sunshine and rainbows, we all had our own baggage of sorts.

I felt for him. Granted, my childhood wasn’t necessarily like his, but I had always been in the shadow of others.

Only ever having one friend, who for one reason or another no longer seemed to matter to me—no seriously, it was like all emotions towards her were removed from me.

When I thought about us growing up together, I knew I had loved her—knew she was my best friend.

But now, when I thought about her, it was like a hollow spot in my heart had been carved out where she used to be, and it didn’t even bother me.

Raios tugged on my arm, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Come on sweet one, it’s getting late and you need proper sleep. Tomorrow we will make the room more to your liking.”