I still believe I am at fault somehow.
I have a strong personality and @ 12 I believe I should have been old enough to know right from wrong.
I mean, You learn early about not touching a hot stove.
God, my mind is so abrasive and yet so numb.
What if I am the one who made some kind of connection that lured him into doing what he did for over a year.
I mean, that is a long time to not understand, right?
I hate him. I hate me. I hate the Little who lives in me.