My name is Dandelion, or should I say was? I was relentlessly abused by my birth mother and stepfather. They believed I was a demon and needed to be exorcised out of their “poor baby girl.” The truth was, my stepfather was the demon. He had gigantic demon-like horns, along with red pasty skin, almost as if he had been burned alive. “None of this would had happened if dad was still here,” I mutter ...
