Part IV · Fallout
Wretched
You screamed self-defense—
then struck again.
“You’re a terrible father.”
“I’ll abort him. You don’t deserve us.”
Your love wore a mask:
well-polished,
church-approved.
But behind closed doors—
fists,
threats,
other men.
Not sick.
Just cruel
in a godly disguise.
You never spoke of commandments.
Keeping one
would’ve meant
telling the truth.