Bab 43: All-Better-Juice

Seeing him there in his mid-40s, perfectly healthy and in good physical shape, made everything suddenly seem so real to me, and in turn, it steeled my resolve.

'I won't let things turn out like last time, no matter how many people I need to kill, how much money I need to earn, nor how many I need to torture, I will never let things turn out the way they had before. 

Closing my eyes, I allowed Amanda to carry me over toward my Father, who smiled back at me when he heard us coming.

"Good morning darling, and my little TT. Come to Dad!" placing down his coffee and the newspaper, my Father extended his arms toward Amanda, and without hesitation, I reached my arms out as if demanding I be removed from the grasp of the b***h who birthed me.