Five Years Raising Her True Love's Child
To make his story more convincing, Nathan didn't just order me around—he even forced me to get down on all fours so he could ride me like a horse.
Those memories were far too vivid. By the time I reached Nathan, a phantom ache still throbbed in my shins.
The kindergarten teacher, Ms. Davies, was holding him by his shirt to soothe him.
The moment I approached them, she chided, "How on earth are you raising this child? His clothes are practically caked with grime, and look at the bruises on him. It's the 21st century. Corporal punishment is illegal now!"
Bewildered, I pulled up Nathan's sleeve. His arm, which used to be fair and tender, was now covered in a shocking network of bruises and scar