Chapter 167 Bad Memories

I’m entirely frozen as fear floods my body. Despite everything I’ve accomplished since, every therapy session, every positive moment in my life that occurred after the moment of knowing this man, I’m still transported once again transported to being a young woman, not even yet a teenager, to the time I knew this man. And the horrors I experienced at his hands, and the hands of those around him. Most of it is a blur, either through repression or other means, but it comes back to me in flashes now, at least in part.