Anonymous asked:
You were always a burden, why do you think your dad treated you like he did? He never wanted you. He probably wished for a daughter he could call his little princess.
Tyler sat there in silence as each word slammed into him at once, each cutting into him to reveal a new emotion -
Pain. Hate.Despair. Numbness. Rage.
All emotions were present now as he stood from the ground, fist clenching as he started off towards his fathers photo in the corner of the room picking it up and flinging it against the wall causing the dry wall to crack. That one move set off a fury and before he could stop himself he began to pick up everything in the room and fling it at the wall, tossing everything carelessly around as if they didn’t matter to him because in all honesty… they didn’t. Nothing mattered to him, nothing would ever matter to him as far as he was concerned not after believing each and every word that came from their lips.
“I hate you.”
He spat, breaking the desk with one final punch downwards before falling down in the middle of the room - tears spilling from the corner of his eyes.
“I hate you.”
