LORENZO’S P.O.V.
Where most people had a loving father who tied their laces and taught them how to play ball, I had a narcissist who tried to control every aspect of my life. I couldn’t remember much of my childhood but I remembered living it in absolute fear of the man who had fathered me. I had to walk on eggshells around him every day of my life because any little mistake would earn me a whipping for days.
Mother couldn’t do much, she was the typical mob wife; her job was to sit still and look pretty. Father kept her as an adorned shelf on the wall and I was her only companion. I couldn’t count the number of times she had dreamed aloud about the kind of life she wished she had- a life where she was loved and cared for. It wasn’t that father kept her away from having anything doo, it w
