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.
