"No, you got taken advantage of by a lot of sick fucks who used your issues against you. I'm not here to compare sad stories and find out who had it worse. We both went through some shit," Emerson answered him, again trying to control the urge to find these twisted assholes and light them on fire with his mind. "I told you what I did because I wanted you to understand that, believe or not, I get it. You feel like there's a part of you that's missing, and you try to fill up that emptiness with things that you can pretend take the place of what you lost or never had."
Emerson took another drink, looking down into the bottom of the glass for a second. "But that wasn't love. That was a bunch of ass fucks seeing that you were desperate for love and attention and trying to make you believe that they were giving it to you." He set the glass back down on the desk.
"So, what do you say? You gonna let me try to help? Cause I'm going to whether you fucking want me to or not," he shot Lucien a lopsided grin.