Chapter 8. My Real Father

Marco glances behind me as we walk towards wherever we're going to be eating.

"So, while you're here, who will be outside worried for you?"

His words hurt, as in reality, no fucker.

No one, Mr Kidnapper, my father, will be hurt that he can't use me just as my boyfriend will be.

"There is no one who will come looking for me."

He chuckles slightly. "Your mother?"

"Dead." He doesn't stop at my word; he just continues on his path.

"Father?"

"No idea who he is." That isn't a lie.

"Siblings?"

God, is he really going to ask about everyone?

"Dead." He stops slightly at that.

"Boyfriend?" He glances at the ring on my finger.

"Dead, if you must know. My mother died, and within minutes of being told, my sister and boyfriend were shot in front of me."

I see a look of worry and question flash in his eyes.

"Seen as you know my life, ca