**This chapter contains swears**
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The minute I was born was chaos. The war was supposedly ending within minutes. The ground was shaking. Everyone was terrified. The last thing on anyone's mind was some stupid baby being born.
Except my mother, Susan Walters.
She was in much pain. But. She stayed strong. She was a slave. An illegal slave. And she would have been sentenced to death if anyone had found out.
Which leads to a new question.
Who is my father?
My father. Was a dick. He was my mothers master. His name? Robert Walters. Yes. They were married. It was a fucking forced marriage and it pisses me off every time I think of it.
I refuse to leave my mother with him.
Susan is a kind and gentle woman. She had never done anything wrong. She never would. She never could. My mother had two dreams. One of them? Freedom.
Dream number two was created when I was born.
My safety.
I knew my mom for about two weeks.
Fourteen years later. And I still remember when I was two weeks old.
Long story behind that.
You'll see.
But tell? And you'll be in danger.
Grave. Danger.
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