“It hurt me daily watching you live my life, getting picked up from school, father-daughter dances, princess tea parties, all that shit you bragged about was supposed to be mine!” She screams, swirling around and throwing my blade across the room where it lands on a picture of me, nailing it deeper into the wall. “All of it,” she turns back to me. “My dad, my happiness, you were living it all while I cried myself to sleep.” “Stop it,” I shake my head. I can’t bear to hear her say these things about my father. It’s been years since I last saw him, but every detail about him is engraved in my soul, and there is no way that he would be capable of any of this. He loved kids, and he wanted more kids. He always told me I’d have more sisters and brothers, but he was gone too soon. “No, you shut up,” Mariella counters. “From the moment that you were born, I didn’t exist for him, he loved you more than he ever could me, just like Knox. But he never put you above me, yet Daddy always had his
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