#Chapter 144 Andrew

Andrew I thought back to all my time in childhood, knowing for certain that I wasn't a bright claw, knowing that that made me defective, somehow scratching and clawing my way up a ladder that had only a few rungs. And here it was. The truth of the matter staring in my face. Defective. Lesser. All of my doubts and insecurity staring up at me in a torn nightgown, high on potions and not even certain of what day of the week it was probably. A twisted, washed-out version of her mother, trading her body for drugs and money? Vivian sashayed forward, unaware of my horror, and placed her hand on my chest. "You gonna play or just stand there looking dumb?” I shoved her back. “Don’t touch me.” Confusion flickered across her face. Then annoyance. “What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t pretend you’re better than the rest of them. You’re here, aren’t you? And I expect to get paid. So whether you're having a crisis or whatever, I don't really care, but you're going to pay me.” I