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       Aideen had been through some shit. Her little sister died months ago. She refused to talk to anyone. Anyone. She wouldn't even talk to her father, the only one who really cared about her. Her mother started to beat her, saying it was her fault that the beautiful Evelyn died.

Evelyn loved Aideen, and Aideen loved Evelyn. Their mother loved Evelyn.

Their mother did not love Aideen.

She would constantly call her a mistake, saying, "You should have been a boy! I needed a son! A son to do the work! Now your father has to do it all alone!" And she was very old-fashioned. Aideen's response was always, "Well maybe you could let me help or fucking do it yourself. Ever think about that, you old whore?" Or something along those lines. She always got a slap afterward.

Aideen was alive because of Evelyn. The only reason she was here now? Her father. He already lost Evelyn, and he couldn't bear to lose Aideen. Even though, Evelyn had always been his favorite, but he did care about Aideen. Not like her mother. That bitch.

Aideen was bullied for being Irish in an American city. Chicago, Illinois. Shady place. Lotta shit went down every day.

Her parents were also in the middle of divorce, battling for custody of Aideen. The only reason her mother wanted her was to abuse her, beat her, and make her feel as horrible as she did when Evelyn died.

Her father wanted to care for her. To help her. To get her to talk to him. To keep her alive because she was the only thing keeping him with her mom. And he finally decided to leave, but goddamnit, he was taking Aideen with him.