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Dahlia's POV

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So many questions running through my head at once. Why was she here? She'd seen my pictures? Why did she finally come to see us after, what, maybe two years because she saw my naked picture on Facebook? She'd seen my naked picture on Facebook? Are we even Facebook friends? Do my siblings know she's here? Is this the surprise my dad had planned for me? Did he really think I'd be happy to see this bitch? Well, I guess. I don't think he's caught on to the fact that I want nothing more than to pretend this lady doesn't exist. Who's the kid? It can't be hers, he looks nothing like her. He's blonde with tan skin and hazel eyes. My mom has dyed light brown hair, the same blue eyes as my dad, my siblings and I, the same skin, the same freckles...Why does my family look so damn similar? I know we share the same DNA, but seriously? We're like...we look like the Adams family or something. Why is this kid so big? He's gotta be around five and she didn't leave us that long ago so maybe she's babysitting? But then, why would she bring a kid she's babysitting with her when she's here to apparently confront me about my picture which she'd apparently seen on Facebook? How long has she been here? If she knows, does my dad know? Do my siblings? Did she tell them? She couldn't have told them because nobody's said anything yet and my dad would've sounded way less happy during that phone call if he'd known. Why hadn't she told them? Literally where the fuck are they?

"We don't see each other in such a long time and when we finally do see each other, you don't hug me or say hello?" Her icy eyes bore into mine as she spoke and I glared at her.

"We haven't seen each other because you walked out on us. What are you doing here?"

She sighed and shook her head.

"Darling, why don't you go play with your step-siblings outside?" She bent down and spoke softly to the little boy who nodded and ran outside. She stood to her full height again and smiled at me. "Sit." She pointed to the couch and I looked at it before looking at her again and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Okay then." She chuckled before drinking what was left in her wine glass. "I'm here to try to fix what your father has broken."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes further.

"I was having a normal day—a good day—yesterday and then I got on Facebook and saw that my boyfriend's niece had posted a picture of you, topless and seemingly tipsy. I was beyond shocked just looking at the picture, but the caption is what truly got to me."

I furrowed my brows as she handed me her phone. It was Kai's post. Kai is my mom's boyfriend's niece? Wow, isn't that fucking fantastic. That's beside the point right now.

I clicked on the post so that I could see all the words.

Kai Dipper:

This is my friend, Dahlia Jane Delilah Doe. Or, maybe I should say ex-friend? Or more like ex lover? We were kinda a thing for a while. Don't be shocked if you didn't know that. Nobody besides me and her really did because shes GAY and she didn't want anyone to know that. But I figured that I'd announce it for her so she doesn't have to because she HATES having to do things like this herself. I took this picture of her at a party after we'd had sex, and I'm sorry if this is TMI for my family members on here, but I'm just trying to keep it 100% real. I'm posting this as kind of a bit of closure. I know that this isn't a family-friendly photo, but I figured that posting this picture would hurt her as much as she hurt me. We were so fucking in love, or so I thought, but then she cheated on me with some home wrecker who popped up out of seemingly nowhere. She had her new girlfriend threaten me and try to scare me into not posting the picture, and then, as many of you know, she had her new girlfriend beat me up at tonight's game. I'm absolutely heartbroken, I'm in pain, and I can't believe I was with someone who could be so hostile and cruel. I fear leaving my own home. I'm afraid I'll get ambushed again for nothing. I've done nothing besides love Dahlia, but this is what I get. I'm so sad about this whole thing, but I'm wishing them the best. XXXXXXXXX

LOVE YOU ALWAYS, KAI.

My throat closed as I tried to keep any tears from falling. Just when I thought this couldn't possibly get any worse, it had. Why did she have to be so fucking petty? All because I'd turned her down! And what the hell was she telling people I'd cheated on her for? Why was she trying to make people think I'd broken her heart? We were never in fucking love!

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I can't fucking believe this is happening.

Some of the comments were insulting me, calling me a bitch and saying I'd get what was coming to me. Some of the comments were from my friends and people I know, telling her to go fuck herself and that she knew she was fucking lying. Some of them were from random people after they'd watched the 'fight' or should I say the video of Billie beating her ass up and down the bleachers. Some were from people commenting on my sexuality, some on how attractive or unattractive they thought I was, some laughing at the whole situation.

"I don't even know where to begin."

I'd forgotten my mom was even in the room before she'd said that and snatched her phone out of my hands.

"Having sex at your age? Before marriage? And with a girl? I raised you better than that, Dahlia, and it breaks my heart that you could do something like this to me. You know, we used to go to church every Sunday and you used to pay such close attention to the preacher as he read from the Bible. I guess you somehow missed the part where he said that man should not lay with man. This is a sin and—"

"Lady, you're not about to come in here and preach to me about what I'm doing wrong after all the shit you put dad and the rest of us through. You had Denver long before you were married, so don't bring that shit up. You cheated on dad for probably half your marriage, cursed him out every chance you got and made him and all the rest of us miserable. I can't say I remember a damn fucking word from the Bible, but I know damn well the way you acted was frowned upon by God if you really wanna bring him into this." I spat.

"You will not talk to me that way and you will not continue to bring up old news! You children blame me for the way me and your daddy's marriage ended, and that's not fair! It was all his fault! Just like it's all his fault that you turned out to be a slutty little faggot! If I'd still been in your life, you wouldn't have gone down this path. He could never control you kids the way I could! He just let you do whatever you wanted—"

"You keep bringing up the fact that you weren't here like that wasn't totally and completely your fault! Bitch, you walked out! Why do you keep fucking forgetting that?!"

"Cheating on that little dyke you were dating? Having the new one beat the old one up? Running around here letting people take pictures of you with no clothes on? Well, I am disgusted but I can't say I'm surprised. You were always the troubled one." She huffed. "This is what you get. This is what you deserve."

"Why the fuck are you here and where's my dad? You know, the parent that stuck around. The parent that loves me no matter what, the parent that I don't hate."

"He's out getting the food I told him to get." She rolled her eyes. "When he gets back, we'll be discussing what to do about you."

"What to—what—" I closed my mouth as I began to shake from the anger I was feeling. I could feel my face growing red as my breathing quickened, my vision blurring slowly as I stared at the bitch in front of me. "You don't tell him to do anything anymore, Valerie." I spat her name, cringing at the sound of it. I hate that stupid ass name. "You don't tell any of us what to do anymore. You lost that privilege when you left. There's nothing to fucking discuss. What dad chooses to do about this is entirely up to him and if he decides he wants to ground me for the rest of my life and lock me in a tower or send me to boot camp or some shit then that's just fine with me, just as long as you have absolutely no say in it!"

She scoffed as I continued on. "Seriously, how fucking dare you show up here after all this time for the sole purpose of trying to lecture me and make me feel bad about something out of my fucking control and trying to make dad feel bad about the way he's parented us? He's been an amazing dad to all of us. He works so fucking hard to make sure we can have everything we want and need, he's there for us when we need him. You wanna come in here and talk about bad parenting? Well, okay then, let's talk about bad parenting. Let's talk about the fact that you used to force us to sit in the closet down the hall for hours while dad was at work and you wanted time to yourself. Let's talk about the fact that you used to spank us and tell us to stop misbehaving if we cried and screamed for you to open the door so that we could piss or get food. Let's talk about the fact that you used to force us to eat until we were actually sick because we were so full when you finally did let us come the fuck out. Let's talk about the fact that you used to leave us home alone, just fucking toddlers, for hours on end so that you could go out and do god knows what—"

"Jane—"

"Let's talk about the fact that you would sit us all down and make us listen to you for hours as you tried to force us into believing that dad was this evil fucking monster who 'abused' you. You used to fucking cut your skin, burn yourself, give yourself bruises and tell us that he did it. You tried to make us hate him and think that he was the evil one and then when you finished with that, you'd call over one of your 'friends' and have him fuck you while your bedroom door was wide open and you forced us to sit on the fucking couch with nothing to do but listen to you moaning and groaning until you got done. Let's talk about the fact that if you caught any of us arguing you'd force us to physically harm each other. Let's talk about the fact that you're here right fucking now talking to your daughter for the first time in a couple years and you're not here to apologize for being a piece of shit, you're here to talk to me about how being gay is fucking wrong and blah blah blah. Well, guess what?" I glared as I walked closer to her.

She stared down at me, nostrils flaring as I spoke. "I'm a fucking faggot and that's not because of how you or dad raised me, it's because I like fucking pussy and you can't fucking change that. And you're not gonna make me feel bad for it. You? Of all people? You could never make me feel bad for anything I do. You are an evil fucking woman, you are the scum of the fucking earth, and you are going to fucking hell if it actually fucking exists. Now I know how much you love dick, but do me a favor and get off of mine."

I gasped as I felt a sudden stinging pain in my jaw. "Fucking bitch." She muttered before going to sit down on the couch, huffing as she pushed some of her hair out of her eyes. "You embarrass me like this and you feel no fucking guilt for it? You are a piece of work."

"You think you're gonna put your hands on my daughter like that and then just sit there like nothing happened?!" I jumped as I heard my dad's voice behind me. It's seldom that he shouts, but I guess now was as good a time as any.

"J-Joseph—" she stood up again.

"You did all that to them? While I was at work trying to make enough money to take care of all of you and be able to buy you all the fucking designer clothes you wanted, you were at home abusing the kids you claimed to love so much?!"

How long had he been there and how much had he heard? Clearly, he hadn't come in until now so he must've been able to hear from outside. I sighed. I didn't ever want him to find out what she'd done to us this way. I didn't want him to find out at all. We'd all agreed when she left that the past was in the past and we wouldn't mention it to him.

"Joseph," She clenched her teeth. "I—"

"I put up with so much shit, Valerie!" He screamed. "I did everything I possibly could to keep you happy and it was never enough! The only reason I tried was because of those kids. I love them with everything in me and I thought that they needed their mother here with them! I suffered through years of marriage with you because I thought they needed you, but what they needed was to get away from you! I can't believe—" he shook his head, cutting himself off.

I jumped again as the sound of glass breaking filled the air. She'd thrown her glass down angrily, throwing a hissy fit. "We're not here to talk about any of that shit! I did what I did because I wanted them to turn out okay! I wanted them to be tough and to know right from wrong! I did what I did because I could do it! It's not like you were ever around to help out. You were always so busy with work." She spat. "Being with those three kids 24/7 drove me insane! Those fucking mistakes ruined our lives. We could've been happy together if it wasn't for them! Especially that one—" she pointed at me. "She's gay! Don't you know that?"

"And you're fucking crazy!" He yelled. "To each their own I guess, huh?!"

"I can't believe you'd allow this!"

"I can't believe I married fucking Delphine LaLaurie!" He growled.

I almost laughed at that. Even with all the craziness happening. This whole situation was laughable. I mean seriously, how is this actually my life?

She let out a shrill screech before picking up the nearest piece of glass, a vase, and chucking it at his head. I gasped as he ducked and narrowly avoided getting hit by it, and then she began continuously throwing everything she could get her hands on at both me and him.

I was too busy trying to avoid getting hit and throwing shit back at her to notice my brother and sister run in from outside.

"Fucking stop it!" Cora screamed as she tried to grab Valerie's hand. Valerie punched her, right in the eye, and I gasped as I tried to go over and help, but I tripped over a lamp cord and fell right onto a piece of glass. I cried out as it scratched up my knee, a large chunk of it going in.

"You fucking lunatic, get the fuck out!" Denver shouted as he finally restrained her. Dad ran over to me and tried to keep me distracted. Everyone knows I don't do all that great when it comes to seeing blood. I'm fine with it as long as it isn't mine, but if it's mine...

"Oh my god," I groaned as I stood up as quickly as I could. "Are you gonna be sick—"

"I'm gonna be sick!" I shouted as I stumbled forward. Denver let go of Valerie just in time for me to throw up everything I'd eaten lately. Right on her.

"Oh, my fu—" She screeched as she tried to move away from me. I'm pretty sure some of it got in her mouth.

She let out the longest scream I'd ever heard in my life as she ran toward the front door. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" She screamed.

"Your lawyer is gonna lock your ass up! You assaulted us!" My dad yelled back.

She ran out of the door screaming, and even with everything that'd happened, I slid to the floor, laughing hysterically. I guess the kid that'd been with her had heard all the commotion because soon enough, he was running through the house and trying to catch up with her.

"Yo, What the fuck?!"

I looked over at the front door after hearing the voice. Billie was standing there looking shocked, confused, and shocked again as she held onto a bouquet of flowers. "Who was that lady?! Who was that kid? What happened in here? Why—what?" She nearly screamed.

I laughed more as Denver tried to get me up.

"You came at a bad time, Billie. Ugh—family stuff, you know?" He grunted as he struggled to get me off the ground.

"I really fucking don't!" She replied.

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A/N: bad time to be named Valerie, am I right?