All Baby has known in life is pain.
Years spent locked away in an attic to bare the agony of her father's brutal hands.
Family is a concept unknown to her since the moment her mother died when she was only a mere five years old.
Thirteen years sh...
*If you have previously read this chapter before August 2, 2022, you don't need to re-read it. However, this chapter has been adjusted and republished. There's no significant change to the story, just minor details added and more clarification made in the switching of POVs and moments of time. If you wish, please give it a re-read, I think you will like the subtle changes and how the chapter flows.
I look forward to your feedback and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
⚠️ Warning. This chapter contains sensitive content that could be triggering. (Acts of abuse, violence, murder, and suicide). There will be no warning before it happens. ⚠️
Dozen upon dozens and every single depiction translated onto the luster paper made my chest seize and my stomach catapult up into my throat. Bile burned my esophagus, sitting in the back of my mouth and I had to gulp at least three times before I could take a suitable breath.
