"You look exactly like her" your step-father croaked, tracing the contours of your face with his disgusting gaze. His breathing pattern only got heavier making the intoxicating scent of nicotine fill the room.

You never knew what your mother looked like, all her pictures were burnt by your step-father. He always cursed upon seeing her face. "Her tragic flaw was her beauty, it was enough to kill" he spat each time you mentioned her and despite your age being tender you knew better than to argue. 

Beauty. 
Love.
Lust.
Lies.

All you needed to know was, those four fatal flaws of life was given from the heavens to destroy. Having life giving you its do's and don'ts'. Your sense of curiosity was thrown over. 

Until, a village idiot came waddling into your life. 

Many thanks to Wanderlust (Lairappie) for the amazing poster and background.