Do you believe in monsters? You know, those things that terrified you as a child? Well, I do. But, not the kind that hide under the bed, or that live in your closet..... No, I believe in completely different monsters.......
It started when I was very young, maybe five, when my dad met some slut on the streets. Of course, my mother had no idea, because she spent so much time out drinking. I had tried to tell her, over and over, but she was always too drunk to listen.
But eventually, one day, she came home sober. She had walked in on my father and his new girlfriend making out. Well, my dad was pissed, and he threw us her and me out into the