Cute Little Hand Grenade

<p><em>Hi I'm Vicky Sterling. I wasn't born bad I was made this way.</em><br><em>Unwanted passed around beaten quiet. Then I learned how to make noise.</em></p><p><em>They dragged me through the gutters prostitution violence power games so dirty you can't wash them off I crawled out sharp I stayed alive and through it all one thing kept me breathing: Simon. My boy. My light. He's all I've got and I'll tear the world apart to keep him safe.</em></p><p><em>So when they think they can take what little I have left?</em><br><em>I get loud I get messy and I make damn sure somebody bleeds for every bedtime story he never heard.</em></p><p><em>Cute Little Hand Grenade isn't a whisper it's my scream through broken teeth and smeared mascara. Raw motherhood. Trauma with teeth. Vengeance that doesn't ask permission.</em></p><p><em>I'm not your heroine. I'm your reckoning.</em><br><em>Step into my world ... if you think you can handle it.</em></p>