SAMANTHA
He was still there staring me straight in the face. I had blinked severally, hoping that with each blink I would open my eyes to a different reality.
A reality different from standing face-to-face with the Father of my kid. Noah's father.
The man who raped me and left me in a pool of my own blood to putrefy at only 18.
The man who ruined my life and changed the course of my destiny forever.
Adrian Petrov, the closest thing to a first love that I knew. We were both of little means bonding over our struggles and endless trials. Young and in love I allowed him to infiltrate the walls of my life.
I shuddered at the thought. The memories, when the going was good and it was like a Disney movie, all that spark. After my parents died I moved in with him.
No family, no friends just me and my heart ridden with love against the world.
