Trigger warning: brutal attack, and r**e.
Nine years ago
Tawny
“Mama, when are you going to get our car fixed? Walking home with all these groceries is getting old,” I complained. I know I shouldn’t. Mama worked hard, but the pay she got didn’t go very far. I begged her to call Uncle Bull, but she refused. She had said on numerous occasions that Uncle Bull was an important man in Florida and that he didn’t need to be bothered by our problems. But since Daddy disappeared, we’ve been struggling. He just didn’t come home one day, and then a month later, our car broke down. Mama lost her job as a receptionist for a high-powered law firm. All our money went to bills, the mortgage on our house, and my extracurricular activities. I loved to dance, and I also loved MMA.
My parents had enroll
