Unlike mom, I was able to escape him for a time during the school day when I was younger. It was there where I learned that everyone did not live the way we do, where I was able to make friends who introduced me to the world beyond our little town and was my escape into the world-wide-web.
Maybe that's when it started when I started pushing back against the unnecessary restraints. When I started wanting more for mom and I. Or was it when I started questioning everything about our lives? Things that I had long just gone along with that no longer made sense.
Like the fact that I didn't like Sam or him me and that we were nothing alike in appearance or actions. Or the fact that mom didn't seem to like him even a little bit. There was more fear between those two than love, a fear that had le
