7. I've been waiting for you

Oceane's Pov

Growing up, I wasn’t so good at a lot of things. Speaking, fencing, fighting, using a gun, I failed at so many things until the passing of my mother.

After my mother had passed on due to my father’s selfishness and carelessness, I began to push myself into becoming better at the things I failed at.

My mother’s passing was my motivation. It was only then that I realized all I had was me. Just me, alone in this wicked world.

I could no longer condone my weakness. I could no longer leave myself vulnerable. I could no longer allow myself to be a prey in the midst of predators.

I worked hard.

Still, I failed.

I was just a failure.

I was just a girl who couldn’t grow taller than 5’2. I was significantly smaller than girls my age and it was to my disadvantage.

My father’s hatred towards me only intensified after my series of failures and he began to take his abuse to the next level.

His abuse was no longer verbal but physical, emotional, and mental.

He’d hit me, force me into fi