Liberty's Story

When my mother died, I couldn't help but think it was all planned, I mean, she was MURDERED for God's sake! What kind of person kills an innocent woman, with a little girl, and loving husband? Maybe the jealous bitch who wanted the perfect family? *Cough Samantha Cough*

Samantha, my step-mother. I hate her. She acts like a fucking princess around my dad, and a total bitch around me. He's an idiot, for trusting her I mean.

Thanks to her, I have a half sister, Zoey. I feel sorry for her, for being inside that monster, and being part of that hideous beast.

I know Mum died years ago, but her memory is still raw in my mind.

One thing I especially despise about Sam, is that she completely washed Mum out of the house. She took every little part of her left, and ripped it apart. She got rid of the family photograph of us. The ones of me and her that cascaded down the stairs. The only thing I have left of her is my memory, and the small photograph by my bed. I kiss it every night, as a way of coping, I guess. I cry every now and then, but thats normal. Dad chose to have her cremated, and we scattered her ashes in her favourite place; the lake on the outskirts of town. I visit there a couple times a month to talk to her. The first time she took me was when I was 8, I had been begging her to let me go see. It was also where she and Dad had their first kiss. There was a tree by the bank with their names carved in. Below there was a rock, and underneath there lay a notebook where she wrote in every time she visited. I contemplated taking it a few times, but I think she would want it to stay there.

I would never let Sam go here, or anywhere near here in fact. She can rot in hell, where she belongs.