Stay, Baby

My mom named me Lucinda because she believed I would bring light into her life. If her constant tears and winces of pain told me anything while she was alive, it's that I failed her. I actually made everything worse.

Now she's gone and I'm alone with nothing but my own wounds and worries. My father is out there somewhere, probably biding his time before tormenting me again. I don't feel safe, and I've been told all my life that I'm wrong.

Being Little has brought me so much shame and pain. How am I supposed to deal with working at a place that is meant to be a safe haven for damaged people like me? Especially when it's filled with Littles and Daddies trying to encourage me to be whomever I want to be?

Being Little means I get locked in the basement, hurt in ways I never want to experience ever again, and most importantly, I lost my mom because I was too weak to help her.

I want to run far away from everything, but a man is begging me to stay. A Daddy. My Daddy?

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