Xiol

Aunt Jose had gone out again.

I always dreaded when she wasnt home. Her monster of a mate always tortured me when she was away.

I hated him but I was a fragile little kid that couldnt stand up for himself much more fight for himself.

He made me skirtish whenever he was around. As a little kid I feared him. He ought to be a father figure to me since my parents death but he didnt show me one bit of fatherly ...