Chapter Nine
Lord David Randolph Pierce, his father
Fatherhood. It wasn’t meant to be with Alma. Pierce was the worst of the worst when it came to father material. His adulthood male/female roles were shaped by what he clandestinely learned at home. He saw it as a boy. Never remorseful after his nights out, Father would angrily blame Mother. He’d roar, “I’m not f****d enough in my own home. It’s your fault I need a slut.” Pierce was astonished she loved him. Their arguments were ongoing. Daily. He closed his eyes and could see it unfold. “Worthless cunt,” Father grumbled. “If you were a w***e, you’d be out of a job.”
With the three younger children in bed, father would press a coin into young David’s hand. “Scam kid.”
He raced around the corner of the house. Unnoticed. He peeked in thr
