Rage, hot and thick, swam through my veins. There was a dark time in my life where I would’ve believed Garrett’s words. Thought that I had done something to deserve his slap of my face or the whip of his belt across my back. There was a time I would have believed that there was something broken in me that called out for that kind of attention. But now I knew the truth. Garrett was the sick one, the twisted mind.
