Maddox
I didn’t know how to begin. I haven’t told anything to anyone ever. My parents and my brothers, we don’t talk about our past even though it had left a permanent scar on all of us but still we never mention that part of our lives, especially for the sake of our mother. My mother, beautiful and reputed independent woman of this small town of Willow Creek, wasn’t as independent as that before she married my father. Wasn’t as happy as she was now.
But, for the first time in my nineteen years, first time since I left that place I wanted to talk about it with her. I wanted to talk about my horrible past to this beautiful and damaged girl, who was just now trustingly lying beside me with her head tucked under my chin. Because, for her to be with me she needed to know what turned me into
