I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! "What's wrong with you princess?" Daddy chimes between my thoughts. "N-nothing?" I tell. "Then why are you gripping Marisa's neck?" He points the thing in my hands. "Oh no!" I loosen my grip on her neck. A while ago I was feeding her and the other chickens but I don't know when I gripped her neck... Damn it! mama's going to kill me if she knows what I just did. "You know you're calling upon your death right?" daddy looks at me with an amused face and I just look down in embarrassment. I almost choked Marisa to death right now. "It's about the boy right?" Daddy moves close to me and puts his hand on my other shoulder and I just look into his eye with an unspoken agreement. "You're just eleven princess to think so much on your own, you

