Sweet Little Mate
She started dating an assortment of men.
When I was thirteen, one of my mom's male suitors became a more regular house guest, staying the night at least once or twice a week. One morning, after my mom left for work, I woke up with Anthony, my mother's boyfriend, crawling into my bed. I thought he was just drunk and told him he was in the wrong room. He assured me he was where he wanted to be. I shouted for my mom. He let me know she was gone, though. My innocence was lost that morning. After he was done, and I was destroyed, he told me he had something special that would take all the pain away.
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