Brandy
It was the alcohol.
It had to be the alcohol, because I wasn’t this open with anyone. Because I couldn’t trust anyone that deeply, otherwise I might get hurt again. I might lose whatever was left of my heart and soul.
Yet, here I was, laying myself bare to Nate. The one who had hurt me in the first place.
I was a glutton for punishment.
“Father also used to throw things, and break things. The smallest of things could set him off and he would never explode in front of the staff or Timmy. He only reserved it for me behind closed doors, so no one could be a witness to what was going on.
“It normally took place in the middle of the night. He would wake me up, drag me out of bed and back to his office.” I understood this was a different tactic. One where the abuser would use sleep
