Lost and Found

I loved him less and less with every hit. I hated him the moment he told me he did want "that thing" when he found out I was pregnant. He beat me harder than he had in that past that night and that was the moment I knew I had to get out. I packed everything I owned and left that same evening. Now two years later I am coming back to expand my thriving business and bring my son closer to his godparents. Fast forward two more years and that's when things get all the more interesting in our little home town. Luckily I found Paradise in my son.