My life had been mapped out for me a long time ago. Ever since the day I was ripped away from my mother and the only life I knew and thrown into the depths of hell. There was no one to care about my screams then, no one to shield and protect me from the horror of having my eight-year-old body violated by grown men and women.
Now it’s too late. So whatever goodwill bullsh*t they were on is totally lost on me. I don’t need saving, and I definitely don’t need anything in my life that’s going to stand in the way of me getting revenge against the ones who hurt me. Had it been a few years earlier, maybe I’d have been won over by the beautiful house with the frilly sh*t on the bed and windows, maybe I’d have fallen victim to the fluttering heart thing that happens when hottie gets close, but it’s too late for that.