How is she

The truth is now exposed. He would never forget the look in her eyes when he told her how he planned to sell her as a pleasure slave. What does he expect? That she would understand? Revenge is his goal. She couldn't understand it, not yet. He will be haunted forever. One more memory among the hundreds that always haunted him. Except he's always been the victim in it. Always a boy, never a man. Now, the kind of person he had become would haunt him as well. Eric collapsed in front of the bathroom door. He needed a minute, to breathe, to stop himself from vomiting, and to face the jumbled thoughts that were tearing him apart. For the first time in his most recent memory, Eric wanted something else for revenge. He wants the girl. He wants Nana.

He knew her name now, but that was the least he knew about her right now. He knew a lot about her--perhaps too much. She wears baggy clothes to school because she wants her mother to love her. Her eyes were troubled because she knew she never was.