J A M E S
This wasn't a story I was proud of, but for her, I was willing to let it out in the open for the first time. Maybe that would help her understand why I was this way.
“One day she had come back from one of the company's meetings that didn't go well and descended on me. I loved and adored her regardless of what, and couldn't get myself to hate her. Besides, I was a kid and had no power to do anything. She took a bunch of quinces from the flower vase and started beating me with them. Still not satisfied with her handwork, she tore my clothing, used the thorns on the quince and cut from my chest to arms.” Scoffing, “the funny thing is that she left me there to bleed to death for good. Not until Isaac saw me in a pool of my blood and raised an alarm. Anaella took the phone and calle
