“Come here,” He looked at me opening his arms. I walked to him and the smile on his face tells me that he enjoys getting me shocked. I could only hope that he doesn’t know how disgusting I found him. A kid…he was k********g a kid. How I can ever expect him to be a father? But I guess I shouldn't expect him to be a father. As long as he let me be the mother it would be fine.
"You want to talk about something?" He asked making my throat dry.
“Noting,” I said making him hold my left cheek.
“It was such a frustrating day until now...but finding you here makes everything so good.” He picked me and made me sit at the table. I knew it wasn’t me who made him happy. He was happy for finding an evil solution to his problem. But it wasn’t the first time he was talking about the k********g but this
