Short Story 18

The Foster Parents

He used to walk across the school grounds the same way every day, while feeling completely alone. Most of his schooling he was bullied, he didn’t have many friends, and by friends, he meant acquaintances, but despite this, school was markedly better than life at home.

Back in those school days, he didn’t think anything would have hindered him more in life than being born to a drug addict prostitute and an abusive electrician who used his mother as a punching bag before moving onto him when he tried to defend his mother. Continue reading “Short Story 18”

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