“Little did they know the very same girl they bullied and hated took a decision so destructive it frustrated people. Most felt guilt and anger, others sadness. She didn’t feel anything of course, unless the grave she was put in easy big enough and caused her to come back to life. Her last words: don’t be rude to anyone on any day because it might just be her last”
-the last words of a suicide victim
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Jonah Bradley McKay of Oxford, MI, 28 years of age, living in Lake Villa Trailer Park is currently touching his kids inappropriately. He raped his mentally challenged sister and gave her a baby, beats his baby mama, pees the bed, and wants you to hire Mckays Way Construction for house work. He is a thief who steaks his kids toys for crack. Incest fuck.
C5
"Breakfast is at nine o'clock, Vincent. Why don't you join the girls in the dining hall then?" This was a dismissal, he didn't like hearing it from her, but he shrugged. "Yeah, okay," He took his glass and left.
C4
"Maybe you wouldn't have heard anything, if only you got a little more sleep," Vince put emphasis on the word, still smiling at her. Cinderella slammed her hand down on the table. The spoon tinked around the bowl, a splash of chocolate colored milk onto the wood. Vince leaned back, startled by her reaction. She had heard his side of the sex, he was uncontrollably expounding on the divine. Cinderella cleared her throat, and withdrew her hand. Composing herself, although she had never looked away.
C3
She glared at him. "Shut up. And leave me alone," Vincent smiled as he raised the orange juice to his lips. It was acidic, and not too sweet. It was good. "What's wrong, Cinder? Not a morning person?" He asked, setting his cup down. "I heard you last night. My room's right across the way, could you please try to keep it down?" She demanded angrily. Disgust, and palpable loathing. Was he really that loud? His Mistress was too good.
C2
He pulled it out, the glass was icy cold. "Get a cup," Cinderella interjected, not looking up. Vince scratched his stomach, the black hair above his sleeper bottoms. He could pull them up a bit, so that he wasn't so exposed, but he really didn't care. From one of the cupboards he took a cup out, then joined her at the table. The cereal blocked his view of her as he poured himself a drink. Cocoa Puffs, a chocolate cereal. "i've never seen you eat before," Vince started, tapping the box aside.
Compulsion
Vince yawned loudly as he walked into the kitchen. To his surprise, Cinderella was sitting at the small table that was now placed against the wall, and she was eating. Maybe Lyn had already talked to her. Vince didn't think it was possible for a person to eat while they were high on meth, he certainly couldn't. Reading the cereal box in front of her, she spared only a quick glance in his direction. Vince sniffed, then went to the fridge. Several pitchers of orange juice, perfect.