(Bexley)
I walked towards the bedroom, everything my mom and dad said finally absorbing into me as I crashed down onto the bed.
Charlotte was mentally ill..not only that..but has despised me our whole lives and wished to cause me harm even as a child.
"What the f**k!" I cursed to myself, wondering why the hell Charlotte wasn't institutionalized. If she really is this messed up..why didn't my parents seek more help?
They talked about seeing a therapist and did their own things to help out..but was she on medications? Was she still seeing a therapist or after she turned eighteen they just let her do her own thing?
I understand she is their daughter..but what if mom's idea hadn't worked? Would Charlotte have hurt me and gotten away with it?
Thinking back now..I do remember instances
