I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I ABSOLUTELY HATE HER!

She left me and Father to stay with Jefferson. She convinced father that her kids are him and hers. Dad has always been easy to trick. You can easily tell that Jeffershit is the father of those children. I mean, she killed my family for fuck sakes. The only way I'm alive is refusing to go to Jeffershits house. I thought this was my mother. I grew up calling her mother because she killed my mother. She is most likely going to try to kill me. She killed everything and everyone connected to my mother. Except me and my teddy bear. Which was made out of my mothers old clothing, that's the only thing I have left of her, and she tried to burn it in front of me. I will never forgive that bitch. Never. Never. Never.

"Get off that dreadful bed. And out of that horrid outfit." She told me

I couldn't speak to her. If I did, someone would either die or wash my mouth out. And most importantly, cover the little kids eyes, I would even surprise Alexander with how many words I have to say to her.