After I got off the phone from confirming dinner plans with my brothers, I sat on the couch of the den and was paralyzed by my own thoughts. Lori's relation had opened a can of worms in my mind. Our father had really made Freddy and Edward his own little soldiers, completely indoctrinated them into whatever capitalist, misogynist, hated-fueled war he was embarking on.
They weren't my father, and I had to see them as individuals, no matter how difficult it was. I was so much stronger than I had been when I was first sold at the Auction House, or at least I liked to think so. I had nothing to fear. They weren't going to hurt me, at least not physically. With everything else, I was going to have Roman and Lori at my side. Really, the only thing to fear was the anticipation.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice when Roman came inside. He was standing in front of me before it registered with me. We locked eyes, and he moved to sit next to me.
