The moment my father had me by my throat in front of my stepmother, showing her the view I wanted for her to never see: him overpowering me.
I was really enticed to grab his throat as well, choking him to death. But I had a plan, and I would follow the plan.
While, for a long time, I just wanted to leave and run away, the alternative of ending my father personally had long haunted my thoughts.
The grudge was deep, and the beatings were painful, but it was also because he deserved it. There was just no reason for him to live; he should die along with his lifelong obsession, so that I, my mother, my grandparents and everyone else could have closure.
I had always thought that these were the thoughts of my pleasure-deprived brain, the hormones, or a twisted joke I was telling myself, but since Lesly had come into his, into my life, I understood that all this time, I really meant it.