I spent the entire day worrying myself sick about my mother and listening to my father tell me how it was all my fault she lost the baby. I was the whore. I made him lose his temper. I was to blame for him putting his hands on me. And I was the reason he shoved Mam when she tried to drag him off me that night. I was the reason he slapped her around. It was all on me. Because I was such a slut.
I. Hate. Him.
