That fucking bitch.
And my missing equipment from my other bedroom, where I worked from.
That. Fucking. Bitch.
Day 300
“Aw, isn’t this sweet. It’s the bitch table,” Kacie said with a smile on her face.
“Aw, look. It’s the vile piece of shit that doesn’t know how to stop stinking up the place,” Nola said.
Kacie gasped, “You bitch.”
Nola shrugged, “Rather be that than a cunt.”
“A cuntasaurous is more like it,” I growled.
Ophelia chuckled, “Or a cuntmuffin.”
“Or a twatwaffle.” Nola suggested.
Kacie glared at us and then said, “I’ll talk to Grey about this.”
That night...
“You have a collect call from Pierre Parish County Jail. Will you accept the charges?”
“Yes,” I said.
A few moments later, I heard his deep, gravelly voice.
“Heard you had a run-in with my sister?” he asked.
“She was rude first, Grey.” I snapped.
He sighed, “I know, baby. Not much I can do from inside here. I’m going to talk to her when I get out.”
I gasped, “Really?”
He sighed, “Yeah. Baby, you’re the most important thing in my life. You can trust in that. I’ll make things right.”
“I don’t know, Grey.”
He sighed, “I know I fucked up. I’m going to make this right. Fucking swear to you.”
We will see.
Day 325
“She’s gone again.” Jury said as I was doing the books.
Day 336
I drove home... only to see that I didn’t have a home.
And that was because of Kacie.
I knew it was because of the message that was spray-painted on my lawn.
