Black Riding hood: A tail of twisted Betrayal.

You probably think this is that peachy story of that little blonde girl skipping through the forest to see her grandmother with a big basket of goodies and that big bad wolf who wants to eat the girl and her basket of goodies.Well,You're wrong.First of all,My name is Velvet. I do go by Red though. My long swaying hood is black.Not red.And I have black hair,not blonde.Thank you very much. Now let me get your wheels turning, What if,by the off chance,The wolf is protecting little Red? What if the big bad villain is dear,dear,grandmother? Y'know,The one that smokes and throws bottles of whiskey around the house?The one that is only 39 and sometimes doesn't come home for days? Let me tell you how me and wolf met.Wolf isn't his name of course, But if the fluffy paw fits...