~18 years Later~
The thing about growing up with a mother like mine?
Is that no one ever lets you be your own f*****g person.
They see me, they smell me, and before I even open my mouth, they’re already making that face. That oh, she’s Lily’s daughter face. Like I’m supposed to either be proud of that or apologize for it. Like my existence is a continuation of her sins instead of its own separate disaster.
Like I was there when it all happened.
Like I had any f*****g say in being born from her scandal.
My mother, Lily, is a legend. And by legend, I mean a girl who f****d her best friend’s dad, got kidnapped by his psychotic ex wife, went crazy in heat, lost her mind, clawed her way back to sanity, and got pregnant again like the universe didn’t just try to kill her for it.
The pack
