Hi

I don't know if anyone is even remotely still interested in this. Either way, I intend to update it very soon (I've been writing new chapters).

The truth is, I didn't realise that I was talking about myself when talking about "Clove" and my family is somehow more dysfunctional than hers (can you believe?). I'm 20 now and I'm a very different person than the one who started this story. I became homeless. I've been in court facing my abuser more times than I'd ever like to count. My point is, my perspective has massively changed, and I didn't realise the trauma I was working through in writing this. But I do now. I'm a professional, published writer now, but I'll never forget this story. And if you're still with me, I'd like to finish with this fucker once and for all and say fuck off to my trauma and the shit I used to be.

So if you're with me, prepare for an update. Honestly I'll finish this fucker anyway as a sort of therapy.

Thanks

ME4427 (god it feels good and weird to write that moniker)