Dorian’s POVI’ve never known a mother’s love. My mother never loved me, never held me in her arms as a baby and felt her heart expand in that motherly way. She was distant and cold.Not as cold as my father though. Where my mother lacked a mother’s love for me, my father downright loathed me. And he reminded me of it often.He reminded me with his fists, with the sharp crack of a belt on my backside, with a shove into a wall.Some of my earliest memories involve my father beating me and my mother doing nothing to stop him. Is it any wonder that by the time I was eleven, I wished on every star at night that I would die.My grandfather Eldric was the only person who was ever kind to me. I never really understood why he was so kind to me. Not when I was younger. He treated me differently than all the cousins. He was warmer, softer.It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I learned the awful truth behind my grandfather’s kindness, my mother’s distance, and my father’s seething hatred of me
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