My home was my safe place. My father was my protector. Little did I know that my perception of both could be destroyed in a matter of seconds. The place I grew up in had secrets. The man I had looked up to became a monster. I thought coming home was the right thing, but it only led me right back into the arms of the man I had ran away from. I was back in the walls of the clubhouse. This time, Stitch was not going to let me go. I was completely and ultimately his.