used to fight him, hide so he would chase me. But I learned it's easier to just let it happen. The dreams are sometimes being chased by him, sometimes it’s walking in to find my mom dead or finding my sister dead at his hand.” “Jesus. You found your mom?” “No, I came home from school to the coroner parked in my driveway. I was ten when she was killed and I must have heard the cops or my father talking about it because I have this mental picture of it that I have no other way of having.”
