• Lightning flashes as I sit down in front of Maxx. He wants to know why I keep tensing when my father's around, why I hate him. I think it's time he knows.
    "I was eight," I say quietly. "All I can really remember is that my mother and father were always fighting. They would argue over everything and sometimes, he'd hit her.
    "It got a lot worse than hitting, though. That was when I knew that it was time to do something. I began poring over spell after spell, praying that there could be something that I could do!
    That's when I heard the scream. I had finally found my spell, and began to chant it as I ran down the hall to my parents' bedroom. My mom was on the floor with a deep cut in her face. I began to chant louder and grabbed his arm as flames began to erupt from my hand. He screamed in pain, and my eyes turned black. All that time he was screaming, I was enjoying it. I wanted him to suffer the way my mom had.
    To this day I still don't speak to him. He ended up killing her. She died of a broken heart."
    Maxx stares at me quietly. I know what he's thinking. "How can she be so EVIL?"
    If you want the truth, I'm not evil. I just didn't want him to hurt my mother anymore.





    twisted There comes a time in every gir;'s life when the line must be drawn. When will that time come for you? twisted