15. Not so innocent

Angioletto's Pov

She hugged me.

She fucking hugged me and instead of pushing her away, I froze and have remained frozen ever since.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Here’s the thing, the life I had at a very young age was a difficult one. It was a hassle, waking up in a rat hole with my overdosed mother sprawled out naked on the floor with whichever man she had picked up for pleasure the previous night.

Sometimes, I’d feign ignorance and go about my day, but sometimes when I’d attempt waking her, it would always amount to her getting irritated and her irritation meant my pain.

Before I became a Luoni, I never enjoyed the luxury of surviving through twenty four hours without getting hit more than a few times—and getting hit for me wasn’t just a few slaps or spanks, it was more intense than that.

Either different sharp objects were being carved into my skin, or my mother’s numerous boyfriends were using me as an object for putting out their cigarettes.

The torture I had faced by the hands of the woman who b