a flashback...
"I'm not taking this shit anymore, Ophelia, I'm done! You and your father are incompetent!"
Crying, knelt on the ground hoping my mother would cease her hits and blows. I cover my head for protection.
"Mom, he just works a lot, I'm not the one to blame, please don't hurt me," I whimper.
A glass shatters against a wall. I cringe and hope she'll stop throwing things. I wish she would get help.
"You both make me this way! I'll never get over this, never!"
I duck as a vase flies over me. From this point on, I will never search for love; if it had made my mother this way, what stops it from ruining me?
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The Essence Of Lust And Love
RomanceDo you crave a burning passion of wild love? Do you yearn for a love so deep, you feel as if you're drowning? Well, Ophelia doesn't. She's a New Yorker that doesn't socialize much. She had just moved out of her mother's house at 24, but not for the...
