So now there's this new girl in the picture. Her name is Vanessa. For whatever reason, she decided she wanted to go out with this insane man I was forced to call my father. The first time we met her was actually pretty funny. It went like this:

Her name is Anna. She's six years old.
Crazy thing is: she's my sister.
He took her, the same way he took me. And now he's going to hurt her, the same way he hurt me. We need to get out of here, and fast.

I've been here for twelve years. God, all of the things I've missed out on; having sleepovers with some of my closest girl friends, sharing movie theater popcorn with my family, going on fancy dinner dates with cute boys. I want to get out. And when I do, if I do, I'm going to do all of these things.

He walked out on her. I was just over a year old, and he just walked out on her.

He keeps blaming her, saying she's the one that fucked up, but I know that's a lie.

This was revenge. This was his way of 'getting back' at her.

If he couldn't be happy, neither could she.

So when she started seeing a new guy, he devised a plan;