To fully understand Lynn we need to take a step back.
Lynn’s POV
My whole life I can recall more bad then good. The abuse my father ravished on his family was uncontrollable. My older brother and I always seemed to receive the blunt of his outbursts. For some reason we were targets for him. There were a few times that it was directed at my mom.
At times it was extreme. So extreme that at one point all I wanted to do was get away. Once when the abuse was so bad my brother and I were taken from our home. It was like a dream come true except it wasn’t. It turned out to be one of the loneliest times of my life.
I was finally out of the horrendous situation only to be in a home where I knew no one. Everyone I loved I couldn’t see. I couldn’t talk to them. The worst part was my baby brother was there all alone and I couldn’t protect him. I always felt the need to keep him safe away from all of it.
Like I said before my mom loved us but she was no match for his anger. Along with that the d***s consumed every aspect of their lives. We seemed to always be left to fend for ourselves. Any type of abuse you can think of I endured just not all at the hands of my father. This is how my story began but it definitely didn’t end that way.