I WAS PURE – UNTIL HE PUT A BABY IN MY BELLY.
I didn’t ask for this.
Not for the heartbreak. Not for the violence.
I certainly didn’t ask to be my father’s daughter.
Rules, rules, rules – that’s how he lives his life.
I just wanted to know what freedom felt like.
So I took a ride on the wild side.
I went to a dangerous place, and I left with a dangerous man.
He took me in his arms and pierced me to my core.
Over. And over. And over again.
I could have died happy right then and there.
To be rocked like that – consumed, devoured – was the freedom I was looking for.
But I got something else, too. Something I never expected.
I got pregnant.
Now, my world is crumbling.
My daddy and the father of my baby are at war with each other.
People are dying.
Buildings are burning.
Tears and blood are flowing like rivers.
And in the middle of it, I’m standing here, desperate for something I never imagined: