Soft.
They had me do unspeakable things when I was only 13, but I'm still soft.
Anyway, I feel like maybe that's why I don't hate my parents as much as I should. I don't trust them, but I feel sorry for them. They were conditioned to be the people they are today. They thought that they could do that to me, but with a gentler hand.
And I became a disappointment.
"I mean it Pierce," Mom said. "You cannot keep seeing her."
"I'm just working on a project," I argued.
"Overnight? For the entire weekend?" She replied with a pointed tone.
"It's a big project," I muttered.
Dad chuckled next to me before bumping me with his shoulder.
"I'm sure it is. You are your father's son after all," he snickered with a wink.
I turned my head to give him a wide-eyed look. Dad never jokes or acts cas
