Milk. Bread. Butter. Bacon. Everyday it’s the same God damn shit grocery store, with the same God damn shit people. In and out they taunt me with their families, their love, and their precious Mommy and Daddy’s. I’ve never known the meaning of love. I’ve never had anyone hold my hand and tell me it’s going to be okay. I’ve fought for everything I’ve got, and there’s not a single person in this God forsaken town who’s going to take it from me. But there’s something special about that one. I never know when he’s going to come in or what he’s going to say to me. There’s a darkness and familiarity lurking behind his eyes, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. They say as soon as you're born, you start to die, but why do I have a feeling my senescence will start as soon as I let Daddy into my bed?