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Chapter One: The Little Things The little things always got to me. The way Murdoc always hit me, and called me names. It hurt so much. Like a knife being plunged into my heart. Each time it hurt so much, more than my migraines, more than the impact of that hit to the face that day. I always knew that day was special. I loved him. It took me years to come to that conclusion. I just never told him. I knew he would look at me in disgust, snarling and cringe his face as he called me a “faggot”. Today he went too far. He told me to go die. Sure, I think he’s said that before, but I dunno I just decided I can’t take it any