He hit the wall at the center this time, the hole was so big we could see through it in the other room but we didn't mind.
He hit it again, more strongly, his fist was still bleeding. The wall crashed and finally, a smile appeared on his face.
He looked at me, "it's helping." he whispered before hitting the wall once again.
He kept hitting the wall over and over until he released a scream of anger.
"I HATE YOU!"
I didn't know who he referred to if it was the room or maybe his father.
"You ruined my childhood. I had continuous nightmares for half of my life because of you!"
Tears fell down his cheeks, his voice sounded so desperately upset.
"I could barely stand the darkness or closed places since it reminds me of you."
My heart shattered hearing that, I couldn't even imagine the traumas he went through, how scary it must have been for him.
