Chapter Ten
Interlude
While being Patrick’s lover, his s*x kitten, his publicist, his sub or slave, depending on the day and the hour and his mood, our relationship went far beyond the kinky s*x that brought us together. Patrick meant big things to me that I’d never dared to feel. After a long and tenuous dance with fate and my crazy lust, he provided the discipline and love I needed. Feelings of home, warmth, stability and peace began to feel possible in a life with Patrick Helms. I hadn’t experienced these things in years, and I felt as if I was finally coming home after a long exile.
It had been a rough journey.
In the blissful days just prior to my eighth birthday, life was tranquil. I felt complete with all the right things in place: mother, father, two siblings and a roof over
