#Chapter4
White Chocolate?
I have been through a lot. Not extreme abuse, but my former father bet me up a few times before I developed the hobby of not going home.
I believe I know how a hit feels like. A punch, a real punch. And I survived it, I could survive it again, without even lowering my chin, or losing my classic smile.
People get used to things, thinking they can't be surprised anymore when someone comes along and shows something they haven't seen before. Something terrifying, that I couldn't get over in the last 26 hours.