After school Peter confiscates my bracelet and the diaries. I leave to hang out with Ned and MJ.

Peter sits on his bed and pulls out the first diary and starts reading it. The first has a bunch of locations and tally marks. They have two dates in the corner.

"There's nothing in here that's a good reason to hate (y/n)." He mutters continuing to flip through. He comes across one page full of writing. Well more like a page and a note.

The note reads:
Each page and date and mark is a life. A life I watched end. My daughter, you will continue my work once you sit on my chair in Liantia.
You will rule with an iron hand and do our job of keeping the population of our oppressors under control.
Love- Coral Findin (your mother)

The page reads:
I don't write about what I do. But something different happened. I was just trying to kill this man... the only one who has actually piqued my interest. (F/n) (l/n). I caught him covered in blood and guts, quite attractive. He had an axe in his well built arms, dripping in blood. I was just wearing my underwear, using it as a tactic to lead bait to the ocean. But this man just looked at me and smiled a genuine smile. We got to talking about how we murder and things escalated... and now I'm pregnant. I want my child to know who her parents are and be proud of our work. To keep populations in order. Well that's my goal, his is purely twistedly beautiful... I won't be able to raise this child.... my family will end my life... this is all I'll leave them. Goodbye.

"Population Control? Twistedly beautiful?" Peter asks confused.

"You read my mothers." The voice of (y/n) says.

"Yeah. I still love you after reading it."

"My father was worst. He killed for enjoyment. But let's sleep, I'm very very tired."