It went into me again. Another blow. Another scream. My dad was addicted to it. He always wanted more and more.
My mum died the minute after she gave birth to me. I don't even know what she looked like. I found her secret diary 2 years ago. It said this: "I don't know how to get away from him! He's just there waiting for me as soon as I come in from work. Waiting, just waiting there ready to unzip.