Bastard

I've hated my father for as long as I can remember. Every time he came home, it was the same routine: drink until he couldn't stand, then beat me senseless for no reason at all. I endured years of his cruelty, convinced he was the worst man alive—until the day I stumbled upon a paternity test hidden in his closet. That single piece of paper shattered everything I thought I knew about my life, my family, and the man I'd spent years despising.