#Chapter234
From long before the first time she let Rick touch me while I was her emotional and physical punching bag. The reason her life was so shit. All the blame laid on a child for merely existing. She hated me so much. My own mother, the woman who gave me life. I used to wish she would take it away again and relieve me of a life that was wracked in misery just to stop her loathing me with every fibre.
Those books chart a life that’s so shameful that no one should be cursed to read them. Details of things that make me sick to my stomach just pulling back what they contain. I’m surprised they didn’t burn out his eyeballs as he flicked the pages.
