Elena's POV
"You wanna talk about it?" Ethan asked, as he gently ran his fingers up and down my back. We were currently sitting on the bed, in a cuddling position.
"My mom has never really played the role of a mother in my life." I started.
"She would always complain about everything I did. Sometimes even things I had no control over. She'd complain about my body being too big, how rough my afro has always been and so on. The funny thing is that I resemble both her and dad. Dad, dad died when I was about nine. I think that was the saddest day of my life. And even though it was kinda stupid of me, I still expected some comforting from my mother. But my father's death seemed to trigger something in her. She'd never even once laid her hands on me, but sometimes I wished she did. Because t
