RICARDO
Pacing back and forth in my office, rage enveloped me, my blood rose in anger, and my chest constricted with rage.
How was I so oblivious to the disgusting activities that was happening right under my nose?
How had I been completely blind to my mother’s wickedness?
How did my father get away with constantly playing the victim?
Questions after questions plagued my mind. I was losing my grip on the last string of sanity I had left. My life was a mess. My life was a complete mess.
Desperately needing to calm my present disorderliness, I continuously poured myself one glass after another of scotch. The burning liquid hadn’t helped me at all.
Nothing seemed to be working in my favor.
I was doomed. My life was doomed.
Human trafficking?
Human fucking trafficking?!
How could they do this? How could those monsters that birthed me do a thing like this?