I HATE HIM!
I HATE HIM!
I HATE HIM!
I HATE HIM!
"What's wrong with you princess?" Daddy chimes between my thoughts.
"N-nothing?" I tell.
"Then why are you gripping Marisa's neck?" He points the thing in my hands.
"Oh no!" I loosen my grip on her neck.
A while ago I was feeding her and the other chickens but I don't know when I gripped her neck... Damn it! mama's going to kill me if she comes to know what I just did.
"You know you're calling upon your death right?" daddy looks at me with an amused face and I just look down in embarrassment. I almost choked Marisa to death right now. "It's about the boy right?" Daddy moves close to me and puts his hand on my other shoulder and I just look into his eyes with an unspoken agreement. "You're just eleven princess to think so much on your own, you can always share it with your daddy." He smiles at me reassuringly.
