When I got done talking, I was so pissed off from having to relive s**t from when I was a kid that I was crying. I was so ready to be done with the lot of them. They had better be lucky that I wasn't a killer, or I probably would've gotten my Beretta Tomcat out of my purse and shot their asses. Just seeing them pissed me off. I didn't think that I could hate anyone as much as I hated them.
"Even if all of that really did happen, you have no proof of it. Just like you have no proof of what supposedly happened with Dad or with Mom the next day. They will get off and get out because they won't just take your word for any of it, your w***e" Immaculate mumbled.
"I'm the w***e, but you're the one mumbling like you gotta mouth full of d***s right now. Yeah ok. One, I'm not a w***e, I'm actual
