Release (Release #1)

by Aly Martinez

“Your…your…foot. It’s… Oh God. Please tell me you have a fake leg.”

😂😂😂 i would die!

“Listen,” he said, “I know we can’t outrun all of this stuff and hide forever, but if you want, I’ll always be around to help you try.”

Whether he was home or not, she was always smiling. It was how I learned what an incredible disguise a grin could be.

So there I was, eleven years old, abandoned by my mother, stuck with an abusive father, repeating fifth grade, completely overwhelmed with life, crying in a tree, belt in hand, trying to convince myself that Nora would be okay without me.

Holy shit! 😭💔

Truthfully? I had Thea. I hadn’t even noticed that Tiffany had a face.

He’d stolen some of my Cap’n Crunch, and then while I was getting dressed, he spent the next ten minutes yelling down the hallway about why the cartoon guy on the box had never been promoted. Same old, same old.

😂😂😂

It was impossible to heal in the place that had broken you.