Next thing you knew you were in a hospital bed...your father had stabbed you....
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You felt tears stroll down your cheeks. "I know he stopped caring...but why would he stabbed the only thing he has that reminds him of his wife?!" You heard someone say from beside you. You looked over to see Diane crying in her mother's arms. Time seemed to have frozen as your eyes locked together. Both of your tears stopped. "I'm sorry this happened to you (Y/n)." Diane whispered as she walked up to you. "Its not your fault..." You replied shrugging, "Daddy just never seemed to like me...and that's nobody's fault..." You looked down at your hands as they made their way up your scar, then back down, caressing it. "It still should've never happened. I should've kept you in our room!" She laid her head on the railing of the bed, "This all my fault...." You put your hand on top of her head, gently playing with her wild hair. "No its not...its no ones fault that I had gotten stabbed, no one knew he was going to do it." She slowly lifted her head."Mommy knew."
You stared into her glistening blue eyes. "Wh-What?" You stuttered out. "Mommy knew that Father was going to do what he did...she helped plan it." You looked at your step Mother. She avoided your eyes. "You helped plan it?!" Your yelled, your heart was beating like a jackrabbit. "Of course I did! We both didn't like you...so I thought that we could end you..." She still avoided your harsh gaze. But your anger vanished all together when you remembered there was a camera in here. "Did you forget that there is a camera in here?" You asked with a smirk. She looked up at you with frightened eyes. Her eyes slowly traveled to the camera...the red light was blinking. "Oh crap." She murmured frozen in place. You giggled as you watched the security guards storm into the room and handcuff her. "Bye bye." you sang waving at her.
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~Liz
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Sweet Or Sour?
FanfictionJason the Toy Maker X Reader X Laughing Jack This is a requested story. I'll dedicate the first chapter to the person who requested it.