7 years later....
"It was your fault! It was your fault he died!" Mrs. Woodstock screamed. It was always like this. Mrs. Woodstock would abuse Ruby when ever she got the chance, she always blamed Ruby for Mr. Woodstock's death. "Happy fucking birthday you worthless piece of shit!" Mrs. Woodstock yelled as her fist connected with Ruby's jaw. Ruby felt pain and a soft tear drip down her face, as she fell to the ground. As soon as she hit the ground a foot connected with her stomach. Sooner or later, after a couple more blows to the head, and the torso Ruby blanked out.
