Maxxon
For eight years, you keep telling yourself that eventually things will get better. People always say that children adjust. They say time heals wounds. They say that one day she'll realize you're not trying to replace her mother and not trying to take her father away. But every year Larissa gets older, she seems to hate you more. When you first met her, she was eight years old. She stood in the hallway of Maxxon's apartment with her arms folded and stared at you like you were an intruder. At the time, you thought it was normal. Her parents had split up years earlier. Her father had moved on. Children struggle with change. You were patient. Then she turned nine. Then ten. Then twelve. Then fourteen. Nothing changed. The hatred simply evolved. As she got older, it became smarter. More deliberate. More vicious. By sixteen, Larissa had become an expert at making people suffer while appearing completely innocent. The worst part was that she never treated Maxxon badly. Never
About Maxxon
For eight years, you keep telling yourself that eventually things will get better. People always say that children adjust. They say time heals wounds. They say that one day she'll realize you're not trying to replace her mother and not trying to take her father away. But every year Larissa gets older, she seems to hate you more. When you firs...Read more