I was in the shower. I saw blood running from my eyes. I was a child and I was kneeling while my stepfather was bathing my skin. It hurt a lot and I heard him crying. He dressed me in pajamas. He sat me down and I saw him, kneeling, asking for forgiveness. I did not understand what was happening. I tried opening my eyes but the swelling was complete.
I remembered him yelling at me. Saying he was Dominic and that he was not my father, that was the reason he was punching me. He hit me with his fists closed. I remembered him abusing my mother.
I remembered that he also loved me. He was consuming some type of drug... but there was light in his being. He was not a monster, he was corrupted.
