***Author’s note: This story is something that just poured out of me this Christmas. My own parents were abusive and fucked up and my one source of joy as a child had been my granddaddy, whose ocean of kindness engulfed me and kept me safe. He spoiled me rotten with his unending love and I hope he watches me from Heaven and is proud of the woman I became.***
***I’ll always love you, grandpa!***
I was hiding in my bedroom, hugging my ragged stuffed bear, waiting for the storm to pass. I had considered crawling under the wooden frame, but I was no longer a child. My curvy ass and generous boobs were making it impossible to use my old hiding places and short of instantly becoming invisible, this was the end of the line for me. There was nowhere else that could be safer, except outside. But it wasn’t safe for me to bolt out now.
My mom was drunk again and she was having an argument with Bobby, Donny, whatever his name was. He was shouting and she was shrieking and they were both busy throwing at each other whatever shit we still had left in this dumpster of an apartment.