Better Off Dead
Lorelei arrives at the exquisite, Mediterranean styled mansion shortly after dusk and the 'party' is already in full swing. There are numerous luxury vehicles parked along the teardrop driveway. The massive, intricately carved wrought iron property gates are swung wide open for access.
When I was a child, I was under the impression that somebody would come and rescue me. Many a night, I lay curled into my covers, trembling, and praying to any God that may exist to stop my bedroom door from opening. I had a hard time relating to my peers, whose parents showered them with love and affection when my mother showered me with gifts as if to drown out the hunger in my belly from her absence and the bruises on my flesh from His presence. Him. Father. Dad.