AMARIS
I hated my father.
That was one truth I had come to terms with. Whatever daddy issues that seemed to be going on in my life right now and the need for outward validation was linked to him.
He made me feel small, irrelevant and useless. He always reminded me how he never wanted me and I was a mistake.
But there was this one time, when he came back from a battle and had won and was happy, I came to greet him and he bragged about me to his friends how beautiful I was.
"She looks like a fucking goddess, don't you think?" He had smiled and his friend nodded in agreement .
Then he added, "Which of you would like to fuck her," his eyes darkened. He was clearly drunk but those lustful sick fuck called men were about to pounce on me like vultures.
I had to run and hide in my room that night.
