I fled the hotel, subconsciously heading back to the apartment I once shared with my fake mother. This place held over twenty years of not-so-great memories for me, but it’s the only place I could think in this distressful moment. With trembling fingers, I entered the door code, but an alert rang out, signaling that I was wrong. The sound piercing the silence.  Undeterred, I tried once more, my heart pounding with anticipation. When the door finally swung open, I was met by the sight of a bald man with a beer belly. His eyes narrowed as he took in my disheveled appearance and spat on the ground. “Get off my property, you crazy bitch!” he barked, his words slicing through the air like a blade. With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving me standing there in shock.