2190 Deaths Later – Rhea’s Story
It began with predatory stares. My young thigh, catatonic glances, his scary blue eyes that turned from my gaze less and less. Glares mutated to creaks on stairs, and those young and tender years when other girls whispered of crushes, were to me, filled with felonies in the night. He wasn’t my real father, but was to protect me as if he were. If he could hurt me, then w....