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was drowning in a pool of boiling oil, gasping for
air and being burned from the inside out was not something I
expected when I walked through the doors of my past.
    I didn’t want to remember
the events that changed my life forever. The times that I would
lock myself in my bedroom hoping that my father would not visit me
during the night. Or the days when my mother was in the hospital,
and he would be alone with me in this house.
    I never asked for what
happened it just did.
    He was one of my parents
and should have protected me, and loved me, instead he used me. He
did things that no child should have to endure, things that to this
day affected me mentally and physically.
    I flashed back to the
times he would put his hands on me, and not in a loving father sort
of way, but a sadistic animal manner.
    I went to my mother for
help, but she wouldn’t believe that the man she married would be
guilty of such travesties. Why would she? She was stuck in a
relationship where a controlling prick monitored her every move and
dictated what she should and shouldn’t do.
    The invasions became more
frequent as I became a teenager, and when I turned sixteen it
became worse than I could have imagined. He took everything from
me, my innocence, my laughter, and my life.
    I never mourned the day I
found out he died, why would I? I celebrated it knowing that my
nightmare had finally come to an end.
    When I turned eighteen and
graduated high school, I fled. I scraped and saved everything I
had, and I ran as far away from this place that I could.
    I enrolled in college,
graduated, and became successful in Chicago. I put the past where
it should be and never looked back. Until now.
    If I had the option to
torch this house and watch the embers burn I would. I wanted
everything to do with the pain and heartache to disappear, and to
sit on the sidelines and observe. But that wasn’t in the cards for
me to play.
    My mother’s will
stipulated that I must spend a week here, going through memories
that I would rather throw in the garbage. In return, I would
receive a cash payout from her life insurance, which was seven
figures.
    I didn’t know why she
wanted this from me, and I should have walked away, but I was
greedy. Richard and I were on the road to starting a new life
together and I knew that the money would come in handy in the
future.
    When the thought of my
fiancée buzzed in my head, I unexpectedly felt guilty. I wasn’t
that person that went around kissing strange men, but finding
myself in that situation had me on edge. When Richard kissed me, I
didn’t feel the things I felt when my lips touched Tyler’s, it was
just…emotionless. Maybe it was just that I had been with Richard
for a while, and things had become stagnant. I had always heard
when you have been in a relationship for a while; things might cool
off a bit, which had to be the case, right?
    Things were okay in the
bedroom department of my love life I suppose, I mean Richard would
only do the missionary position with me, but I chalked it up to him
possibly being old fashioned. Not every man had the preference of
bending a girl over and fucking her from behind, although I would
have welcomed the spice of it all, maybe occasionally.
    Orgasms were far and few
between with Richard and I, but that was something I could take
care of by myself. Come to think of it, he wasn’t a generous lover
at all. He would stick his dick in me and when he was finished it
was over, end of story.
    I know we were both busy
and goal oriented, maybe to the degree of obsession, but things
like sex were trivial. Most things were trivial to Richard, but I had come to
be somewhat comfortable with his ideas.
    I needed to talk to him,
and have his voice clear my head. I found my phone and dialed his
number.
    “Hey!” Richard
answered.
    “Hi there, how are things
in paradise?”
    “Oh you know, sand, surf,
that’s about it. What about you? Are things going okay?”
    “As good as can be
expected,