Confessions of a Bitch

Things You Learn in Juvie

"Let me tell you a little story," Isabella says as she pushes a strip of duct tape over my mouth, and backhands me. "Try not to be rude, Amanda, and I won't cut your damaged face." She takes her seat and studies me for a moment. "Should I call you Amanda, or Annabelle?" She toys with her knife and smiles. "I think I'll just call you Annabelle."

Where is my mother? Where is my dad, and where the hell is Victoria?"

"First thing's first. You wouldn't be where you are now, if your mummy and granddaddy, hadn't put your father in jail. I suppose I should be the one who breaks this to you, but... we're sisters. Oh, the shock and horror. I'm just going to skip all the boring bits and get straight to the point," she looks inspects her black nails, "I've got better things to do with my time.

"Now, where was I? Ah, yes! Long story short, Vivienne Diamond was my mother. But as we both know, she is no more, thanks to your mother. But I'm not going to talk about that. It was really nice of you to take me under your wing when we attended high school together, but it still doesn't change the fact you are a self absorbed bitch, who would do anything to go your own way.

"You don't realise just how lucky you were, did you? You had your mother, and a new dad, who raked in thousands of dollars to fund a decent lifestyle for you in a small town. I, on the other hand, had nothing. Mum barely paid any attention to me, and I was left to survive on my own. But then, your mother decided it would be best to put a bullet through her skull. To be honest, she did me a favour."

What have you done to my mother?

"After my mother died, I decided to track down any family I had left, besides you. That's how I found your grand father. He wasn't much help anyway."

Isabella pauses, and decides she has had enough of my silence. Once again, she reaches out and pulls the duct tape from my mouth. I swear to god, once I'm out of this mess, I'll kill her. "Where the hell is my mother?"

"Shut up, Amanda! I'm getting to that bit." She inspects her nails one more time, before continuing. "Seeing your grand father was nothing but a failure, I decided to end him. He was the least of my problems. Taking your mummy and daddy away from you, was a piece of cake -"

"Where are they?" I interrupt.

"I said, don't be rude!" Isabella grabs the knife from the table and thrusts it into my left thigh, before pulling it out again. A blood-curdling scream erupts from my voice box, and I watch in horror as blood rolls down my legs, and onto the concrete floor. "Don't worry, Amanda. You'll survive." Isabella grabs my jaw and looks me straight in the eye. "Your step daddy is somewhere else, dangling from the ceiling. Your mother is probably half dead by now. She wouldn't shut up though. She begged me not to hurt you. To be honest, you weren't part of my plan... but then I thought, what fun would be, if Amanda was left out of this fiasco? And besides, it's not you I have the most problem with. It's your little boy toy, David Walker."

By now, I'm too drowsy to understand the words coming out of her mouth. Her face swirls before my eyes. I'm seeing stars in my head. My thigh throbs and my heart beats like a hammer. The smell of perfume overwhelms my senses and Isabella's eyes bear down on my skull.

We have the same eyes as our father. How ironic.