Chapter 5

Vicky’s POV

If I told you once upon a time I was this bitter hateful girl, I bet you would never believe me.

But I was.

You could say Aron came into my life at just the right time and saved me from my own destruction.

My parents were never in the picture.

Sure, I lived with them. They just weren’t around.

My mother was either sleeping with her new flour of the week or she was looking for him.

And my father you ask?

Well, to be honest, he did try.

He worked 2 jobs, in the summer even 3, and came home destroyed and exhausted but still tried to spend some time with me. But his eyes were empty. Destroyed by my mother’s betrayal.

When I was only 9 years old he mysteriously passed away.

My thoughts are that he was murdered.

Probably you wonder why such thoughts…

A few weeks before I received the awful news, I overheard him on the phone with someone that didn’t sound nice to me at all.

So I think my father