If Damien Hamilton hated anyone with every ounce of his energy, with every ounce of blood in his body that would be Nora Taylor. But he not just only hated her. A part of him was afraid of her as well. The sweat that started to break on his forehead confirmed that and he took three long deep breath and several sips of water before he was ready to face her. There were countless bad memories connected to that one woman. The grown-up, twenty-seven year old Damien hated her, loathed her, and despised her. But the little thirteen-year-old Damien within him, he was terrified of her.
He could still feel the darkness inside the closet. Spiders and cockroaches crawling up to him, the musty smell choking his nostrils. He could still feel the pain in his stomach from hunger, the pain on his body, a
