CHAPTER TWENTY TWO-Marvelous
“No, don’t,” I whispered in a fail attempt to keep him away.
“You know, Aria. After I killed my mother and I was alone, I roamed the streets, not knowing what next to do or where to go. Then one day, I was hungry, very hungry, there was this girl, she saw me and she took pity on me. She gave me her lunch, I was surprised, no one has been that kind to me in a long time. My mother treated me like her world, but my father always hit her, every night. Then on my fifteenth birthday, he came home drunk, I went out and when I came home, I saw him hitting her again, like he has been doing since I was five. I have already been nursing the day so that day, I didn’t think, I just acted. I had bought the knife with all my savings and I loved it a lot, I rushed to him and
