I think I might be done – I might be free, but no matter how much havoc I cause, they always want more from me. Another death. Another fuck. Another drug. Another memory of Stacey holding me together. When I screw up, Dad either gets the punishment – or I do. Bernadette tells me to fuck her friends, and they pay me. I have to do it or they’ll target my family, but each time I push into someone, I try to think of her. I always think of her.
