Daddy issues... Cute name for a lifetime of damage.
My father taught me two things: Men always take. And nobody comes to save you.
So I stopped pretending I was the kind of girl worth saving. Because Daddy ruined me long before any other man ever got the chance.
I wore their words like armor. Whore. Slut. Mess. Because if I said them first, nobody else could use them to hurt me. I was just a girl leaving bars black out drunk with strangers to outrun the memories waiting at home.
Sex numbed me. Alcohol buried me. And self-destruction became the only thing I was actually good at.
Until one dangerous man looked at me like he saw every ugly piece underneath the chaos... and wanted it anyway. Even when I told him to f*ck off. Especially when I told him to f*ck off...
But then I remembered the two things daddy always taught me...