“What the hell would you know? I’ve been all of those things and more. They adopted me at fourteen. I was a runaway, living on the street, fending for myself, and hiding from someone who raped and beat me daily since before I can ever remember it starting. Don’t fucking tell me what I don’t understand or can never empathize with. My father made me run for my life; either he would end up killing me, or I would end up killing him.” I snap at her viciously, choking on the raspiness of ...