Evie
I can hear everything they are saying in the dining room and the fact that I am being talked about like I am a priceless antique really bothers me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was in the dining room screaming at the man who bought me from the wicked b***h. I shouldn’t have given so much information, but to see the look on the bastard face, tickled me so much, I had to storm out of the room before I started to laugh.
Berating myself now because I know that my outburst would land me in a heap of trouble, I storm to the only room I know on the main floor, the dungeon I spent hours in last night.
Sighing, I walk over to the couch after slamming the door to add an angry dramatic flair to my show in there.
God I am so stupid, no one knows that my father had a surrogate carry me be
