Slight tw sa

I can feel his hands all over me but he’s not here. It’s been years, but when I hear his name my insides cringe. I hate him, and his *** family. I hate that he’s my family, and that I’m supposed to love him but I hate him with every fiber of my being. I don’t want him dead, I don’t want revenge. I just want him out of my god damn life. I don’t want to hear about him, I don’t want to hear his voice. I don’t ever want to see him again.