June's POV:
{TRIGGER ALERT!!!!)(YOU CAN SKIP TO THE END OF THE TIGGER IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE I HAVE INDICATED THE END OF THE TRIGGER)
"Please, Daddy, it hurts. I'll be good, I promise. I'll be a good girl, don't punish me, please…"
The words spilled out, a plea born from a place of fear. I remember the fight at school. Another girl had called me "Miss Good Tissue," and the whole class had started chanting it, over and over, until I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't mean to hit her. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but the anger bubbled over and I smacked her on the head. I never wanted to be bad, because when I was, Daddy would punish me. And when he punished me, it hurt.
He always said it was because he loved me. But the pain made me feel anything but loved.
