Thirty Three

Raven

Snoozing my alarm for the fifth time that morning I threw myself on the bed and stared blankly at the wall.

Today was Monday. I was expected to put on a happy face, pretend like all was well and head back to school.

A pang of hurting sadness coursed through me. My energy level was damn low to get off the bed and left to me, I'd have stayed back for a week or two.

My dad and Clarissa had tried to make my weekend memorable, giving me sympathetic looks, and assuring me that I was loved.

Balderdash.

Their words didn't change the fact that my dad never planned to have me. I was a product of rape and finding out about this in the worst way possible stung badly.

No matter what my dad said or how he tried to twist the narrative, It didn't change the fact that my mum was so vicious enough to drug his drink, sleep with him and trap him with an unwanted pregnancy.

And Vlad, damn him, whom I thought was everything good in my world ended up a terrific liar and manipulator.