Eighteen
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LILY SLID DOWN the wall and onto the floor. She sat, her knees bent, feet on the floor, her forehead rested in her hands. Her breath still left her body in small gasps, her hands trembling.
What the hell had just happened?
Did he want her because he cared about her, or was this a purely ownership thing? One moment, she felt like she was getting through to him, that he opened up to her for a fraction of time, before he shut back down. He put on a hard front, but she saw the cracks of pain inside him.
That he was hurting was no surprise, considering what he’d been through.
She imagined Monster as small boy, no more than five years old, how confused and alone he must have been. How could any child thrive, not only hidden away from the world, but also believing he was s
