An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together.
As it turns out, these two wound...
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When I was alone...I could feel them. I could feel their hands on me and I could hear their voices. I'll never forget their voices.
I was 6 when it started. Even as a kid, I knew my mother hated me. You might think it's impossible for a kid to know that but when you're constantly being told so...it's easy to believe.
By the time I was 6, she'd already been beating me when she felt I disrespected her. She was locking me in dark closets and refusing to feed me.
I spent countless nights locked away, crying until I ran out of tears.
Then one day, she just started acting really nice to me. I thought maybe she'd realize that she loved me. That I was her son.
But that day turned out to be one of the worst days of my life.
You couldn't expect a 6 year old to understand sexual assault. All I knew was that my mom was touching me...and I didn't like it.
For three years it went on like that and then, it went from worse...to complete dog shit.
I still remember, clear as day that first one...that first woman.
She took me to that house, and they let me play with the toys in the corner. I was so consumed with playing, I didn't notice my mother even leave.
Unbeknownst to me, this woman had paid my mother for a service. The service being me...
"What are you building sweetheart?"
"Mmm, ion know yet." I looked behind Miss Melinda and scrunched my face in confusion. "Where's my mom?"
She smiled down at me and tilted her head. "She went to take care of some things. You're gonna spend some time with me. Is that okay?"
"Like you're my babysitter?"
"Yea, just like that."
"Ok...I guess."
"We're gonna have tons of fun. You'll like it."
She placed her hand on my head, pinching my curls between her fingers with a smile.
"You have such nice hair, Syre. Does your mom ever tell you that?"
I shook my head, still connecting random legos together in contentment.
"No." I sighed. "Not really."
"Well I love it. I think it's beautiful, just like you."
She let her fingers trail down the back of my neck, and I looked up at her oddly.
