My Ruination

Marriage is sacred.
I know what a perfect marriage looks like because I saw what a perfect marriage does not look like.
But how was a marriage supposed to be perfect when it started with a gun to the head of all my family?
He was 36, I was 24.
He was a father, I have never been a daughter.
He had his own vices, and I had...well only myself.
He was building a foundation on my ruins
I was his formation, he was my ruination.

[This is a dark romance with mature content. Please read at your own discretion.]