CHAPTER ONE: A Poor Girl From Hell
She wasn't my real sister, but I did love her more then my actual one. I guess you could say that counts. She had run away from home
when she was fourteen years of age, she needed to get away from all the shit in her home, although you could hardly call it a home.
More like a brothel, with the amount of whores her father brought home every night. Her mother died of a sexually transmitted
disease, ha, I wonder why. When she ran away she came straight to me, the only one she could trust, the only one she loved. That all
happened four years ago, and has been long forgotten now. She lives a life with her with her new boyfriend, Andrew. I myself have
never met the guy, but I have no reason to believe anything bad is going on. I'm meeting her for coffee in an hour, it should be great.
