*takes place around season 1*
GRACES POV
I don't live with regrets anymore.
I used to, though. From when I was 5 until i was 14, i regretted staying in the house where my mother relied on 7 different men per week to pay the bills, while the only thing she did was shoot adult videos upstairs with the door locked. I was convinced she didn't remember my name after weeks of not seeing her.
But when I was 12, the regret burned a hole in my chest as she kept a boyfriend... but for two whole years, that boyfriend made my life hell. I would stay at school until after dark. I would trudge home at night, knowing that HE would be on the couch when I got home, checking me out up and down. It was a nightly routine. I'd get home, get checked out, make myself Cup Noodle dinner, go upstairs, push myself through homework, go to bed, and hear him walk into my room. 20 minutes every night, he would steal my dignity and destroy my childhood. When he would get up and leave, I'd be up till 4 AM sobbing quietly and feeling my stomach shake with nausea.
That happened for two years.
No, I don't live with regrets anymore
I regret not killing him sooner, but what can I do? It's over and gone.
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