Adonis
Love.
That was one word that I heard every f*****g day of my goddamn life. That was the only name the motherfucker who was my actual father used to call Cora. He used to f*****g beat her up, beat me up, abuse us in the worst f*****g way possible… and call it love. I was nothing but a tiny kid back then, but the memories were permanently branded in the depths of my black heart, stirring up and coming to haunt me the moment my spirits drop low.
I had never seen that Love in a good light. Forget about the s**t people like to believe in, but in actual reality, 'love' was a mess. It was f****d up. It was one big fat deceit, because humans are s**t. Just like I am one big f****d up s**t.
My mood was s**t. Past memories and pain were taking advantage of it to dominate my train of thoug
