Jordan Maston POV
Mace was breathing quite heavily on the line...
"right. Well, after I left you at social services, I ran. I was running for weeks . I didn't feel regret for killing them, after everything they did to us, especially you, God, Jordan you were only 4 when you got there, and you learnt the patterns of their beating quickly, even though should shouldn't have had to. Before you got there, I thought about killing myself. But you stopped me, you just being there made me happy, all I wanted to do was keep you safe." he sighed.
"Mace, it's not your fault, I barely got the beatings thanks to you, you took them, without fighting back, because they threatened me. You need to stop beating yourself up. And don't even start thinking that because I got stuck in another abusive house
