“Because you’re a worthless piece of shit, Scarlet. You’re a bitch to all of your friends, which I’m surprised you have any at all. I know how you treat them at school and how you ridicule other girls. And who knows? Maybe your father will be looking out the window one night when you’re supposed to be in bed,” Lianne said with a devious smirk.
“And I wonder who would tell him to do that?”
My wicked stepmom sipped her coffee, her eyes peering over the top of the mug at me. I wished she’d get hit by a car and die. Then I’d be done with her, and it would be just my father and me like it should be. Wishful thinking, I know.