***This Chapter Contains Some Dark Material That Might Be Disturbing For Some***
(Beckett)
It was cold, so damn cold. Dark too. It always seemed to be dark when he was gone.
He wanted me to call him dad, but mom, she called him something else. She didn't like him too much, but he seemed to love her. Mom never saw it as love, she saw it as a sickness.
Sometimes she would tell stories about her life before him. How she wanted to be something, anything. She wondered if they were still looking for her, or maybe they never even knew she was gone. Who they were, I never found out.
At first it was me and mom against it all, but after a while, I noticed she started looking at me just like she did him. I looked too much like him I think. She tried to love me though, I could tell she did. I ju
