Misty
My parents cried after rehashing my story after lunch. We held each other and rocked one another.
“My poor baby, I can’t believe he treated you that way. He was so kind and loving in the beginning. I wish we could have seen the monster underneath, I would have buried him alive!” My sweet, innocent mother declared.
“He’s lucky he is missing. I’d give my soul to the devil to find him so I could beat the sh*t out of him,” my dad said. I gasped. I’ve never heard my dad swear. “Sorry honey, but I am that mad. I want to skin him alive and feed him his balls.”
“Are you angry with me for not telling you?”
“No, oh no, not one bit. I understand you were afraid. He threatened the people you loved most. I get it. I would not have said anything either. I would have protected you and yo
