Part Two

I dreamt of it - of being wanted. But the woman who was forced to raise me would look at me every day like she hoped I would disappear.

"Filthy!"

"Disgusting!"

"Trash!"

"Piece of shit!"

"You know that you are!"

Abigail beat him with a wooden spoon right there in the kitchen for everyone to see when she found out what Aimee had done to him.

He cowered beneath her blows.