My home was my safe place.
My father was my protector.
Little did I know that my perception of both could be destroyed in a matter of seconds.
The place I grew up in had secrets.
The man I had looked up to became a monster.
I thought coming home was the right thing,
but it only led me right back into the arms of the man I had ran away from.
I was back in the walls of the clubhouse.
This time, Stitch was not going to let me go.
I was completely and ultimately his.