Dear Max,
Well, I've finally made up my mind about David.. I FUCKING HATE HIM.
He came home early today and caught me smoking weed in my bedroom and completely flipped shit. He yelled at me so I naturally yelled back and he backhanded me in the face.
He quickly apologized and told me not to tell mom, the prick. A step-prick. Ha ha, I think I found my new nickname for him.
He could apologize a million times, but I will never forgive him for hurting me and wrecking my family. Mom used to spend all of her time with me when she wasn't at work, but now she can't even find the time to give me a single hug.
My life has turned to shit very quickly in the last few months. So much that I've tried to run away from Arcadia Bay, a couple times now. Step-dick always seemed to find me. I'm not surprised, he has the whole Arcadia Police Department backing him up.
I just want to leave this town. I'm tired of all the bad memories here. Dad's gone, You're gone, Mom is too busy with the step-prick to even pay attention to me. I just want a nuke to blow up Arcadia and kill everyone along with the past that is continuingly haunting me.
Fuck everything.
Captain Chloe
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FanfictionChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
