JWMC

It all started while she was a baby. She had fierce green eyes- like her father. They were the only trait they shared- the only thing they ever had in common. She was born with her hands held out. She came into the world expecting everything to be handed to her and she got it- every single desire became her reality.
As she grew, she realized the advantage she had on the rest of the world. She had a mother who had taught her exactly how to manipulate any being on the planet. She had a father with deep pockets and a sympathetic heart. She had all the assets she would ever need to conquer the world- to ruin everyone’s life.
If she gained a little weight, she got liposuction. If she wanted bigger boobs, she got them. If she wanted a new Cadillac, it was hers just as soon as she totaled her Mercedes Benz. She blinded the world with her lies. She snatched their shoes from their feet when they weren’t looking, then she hacked their feet off at the ankles all while convincing them that they were too tall anyway.
When the money ran out, she had to feed her dirty habit- her addiction to beauty, power and alcoholics. She stole from everyone. She sold her mother’s barbiturates, her disabled father’s pain medications. She stole her sister’s children’s college fund. She took them all and gave nothing back. She never had to. There was always someone to make excuses for her wrong. There was always someone to say it was her trashy husband’s fault.
But this time, this time is different. Her fierce green eyes- like her father’s- they burn through everyone. Her conscience ceased to exist a decade ago, so she feels no remorse for the pain she inflicts on her family. They are the only ones she have left that wont betray her- that was, until today.
Today, when she conned her own father into handing her $3500 to add to the $3500 she stole from an old lady at the nursing home, we all turned our backs on her. We shut our doors. We put her furniture, with all its mold and mites, out into the yard where it belongs. We kicked her green eyes out the door and told them to never comeback. Her green eyes- the last tie she has with the family- we kicked those out.
Her story will reach its end. One day, her desires will be her demise- I think that day might be today. Today might have been the day when someone finally said, “No!” She has used up all her beauty. Her surgeries have worn off and all the real skin is peeking through. All the money is gone, and so is her power. All the faith is gone and all that’s left are her fierce green eyes- the ones like her father’s. It was the only thing they ever had in common.
Good riddance mooch!
J D Hunt