The Daughter

Out in the wilderness, if you'd go deep enough into the woods, you would find huge property closed off by a huge wall with two gates at the end of each side. In the middle of the private property was a three story house. The first floor was for bathrooms, a huge kitchen, living room, closet and two extra laundry rooms. On the second and third floor was where bedrooms were. Nothing but bedrooms. The reason for so many bedrooms and the extra rooms was because of the person living there.

Her name was Jenny. She was in her late thirties and she was a prostitute. She had about twenty two children. Of course, some of them would be in their teen age. While most are in the ten and younger age range. But there was always that strange child. Her name was Jessica. She was twelve years old. She had black hair and a checkered black-and-white dress with her sky blue eyes. She'd always be the creative one but yet scare or entertain the other siblings with her creativity by putting them into stories and telling it to them.