"Stop being a whisk you stupid fork! Stop hurting me! AHHHHHHH"
"Farquaad? What are you doing? Come out and talk to the social worker."
"I'm not talking to him dad. I'm in the soup cupboard leave me alone."
"Farquaad get out here now and speak to the social worker."
"Fine. My dad is a Shrek obsessed maniac and he doesn't even care about me or how I feel"
"Ah, I see well from what your father said I don't believe this is true... I will be in touch."
I ran to my room and sat on the edge of my bed. My father was trying to get me taken away because I knew the truth and he didn't want the truth to come out. I grabbed my laptop and watched a Hegarty maths video to calm me down. I often pretended that Mr Hegarty was my boyfriend and it strangely always felt real... almost like it had actually happened and I had told my father about this and he told me I was crazy. Now we're on the subject of things seeming real I remembered a lot of random things that according to my father, never happened.
I was so angry that my dad was making me sound like a bit fat liar and I built that rage up to the point where I was like a little demon and I ran out of my room, pushed past my astounded father and started breaking things and it was all going well until I tore down the wallpaper.
"FARQUAAD YOU GINGER NONCE YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT"
"SO YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME"
"SHUT IT"
My Shrek obsessed maniac of a father carried me to my room and locked me in there. Everything was coming back to me. I did date Colin and I killed him. But... if this is real then how is my father alive?.. Maybe he set Colin up, he never did agree with our relationship and maybe he thought if I thought Colin killed him I would start hating Colin. My father is an idiot.
I'm not standing for this, not anymore.
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Mr Hegarty, My Love
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