Chapter Seven: The Lord's Prayer

I hate myself, and have totally gave up on such an idea as a God. Father left, I knew it was coming, and I knew it was going to happen. That was such a horrible day, a day I have up all hope, he just walked in, reaking of booze, took his bag, and told me "he couldn't take it anymore." He couldn't take it?! He was doing nothing, I was the one who suffered. Then I started the fifth grade, and Aggie was in my class. When we were on our field trip to the ship, she told me to jump... that it was the only way. I thought about it, I just wanted to die. Mother had won. I stopped caring then. I mouth off to my brothers, which resulted in a stomping from them, and left food over on the plates. I didn't care, and I wanted mother to know that. Mother had lied to me, telling me that I kicked her so hard that I hurt the baby. I loved Kevin though, he was beautiful. She would lie to others, telling them I was afraid of the baby, or that she had tried to hug me and I kicked her. I hated that bitch.