The image of myself in the mirror didn’t change. No matter how long I stared at it. I saw my father. A monster who only cares about himself and no one else.
I fear the thought of having kids because I fear I will be impatient with them and hurt them or not accept them for what they are. I don’t want to put anyone through what I’ve been through with my dad. I have his DNA coursing through my veins and just one slip up, and I can become him.
“Hey, we should leave now or we’re going to miss out,” Jared said coming into the bathroom and pausing when his eyes landed on me. I decided to slip on a black short dress and paired it up with heels. I showed cleavage and by the looks of it—I was going to have to restrain Jared for the rest of the night.
“Or on the other hand, we can stay here,” H
