A second chance

Helen’s POV

"We were all created from dust and onto dust we all shall return," The priest preached as he poured a small amount of earth on the caskets.

Today was my sperm donor and his wife's funeral.

Yes, he still didn't deserve to be called my father even in death because he hadn't exactly behaved like one.

He had been the most insufferable father to me.

He had also been a deadbeat, a brute, a heartless scum and all sorts of things one could think of.

While his wife had been a Jezebel's incarnate.

Hell, I could still remember one occasion while I was in middle school.

That day had been out results collection day and as usual, I had topped my grade.

However, I had scored slightly above average in a zero unit course, and she had flung me into the bathtub and poured hot, scalding water on my legs to punish me for daring to "almost" fail the course.

As if that wasn't enough, later that day when my sperm donor got back from work, he had also beaten me to the point of unconsciousness wit