Alexander

Fuck me.

I storm into my office and breathing comes in shallow bursts, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. All I see is the face of my mother—my real, biological mother. Every curve of her features is etched to my memory. Everytime her face scrunched in displeasure when I’d do something bad.

My mother loved me, however she deemed herself so pure she made certain I followed in the same footsteps. If I lied, I’d be punished. If I stole a candy, I’d be punished. So I ...