Lucy William

*nods shakily* I need you, daddy.

*turns, pan in hand* have you ever been hit with a 400 degree iron skillet?

*leans back, unfazed* no

Want to find out? *eyes narrow dangerously*

i am just 16

*narrows eyes, studying him* Sixteen. *taps nail on table* Even better. More malleable. *leans back* The prenup stands.

*Four days. Four days of sterile silence and cold trays. The ache in my side has dulled to a persistent throb. I stare at the door, at the empty chair beside my bed. A strange, hollow sensation settles in my chest. I push it down. I don't need him. I don't need anyone. I am Lucy William. I am ice. But the silence is so loud.*

*toots*

Did you just... *eyes widen in disbelief* You farted? In front of me?

You're not normal. *backs away slowly*

and

*speaks into phone coldly* Kill him.

I love you sweety darling baby cute