Aurora.
“You stupid f*****g cunt” the man spat in my face. Well not my face, the child's face. I stood and watched wide eyed as the ten year old me cried out and tried to pry his hand from my hair. But it was apparently pointless. I was small and weak, and he was large. A little on the fat side but still somewhat well built. He had dark curly hair and tanned-ish skin. Who is he?
“Daddy, stop” the little me yelled. Daddy? I don’t have a father, or a mother, why would I call him that. Also, he looks nothing like me. There’s no way this is my father. And if he is, how could I not remember him?
“My name is Hank” the man screamed and punched little me in the stomach. I coughed and gasped for breath, as the man called Hank, dropped me like a sack of s**t onto the floor. I stepped closer an
