Who
Rules In Hell
By
Lazette
Gifford
"Damn, you're ugly," her mother said as Dena
stepped from the shower. "How could
I give birth to such an ugly daughter?"
"You're dead. Go away," Dena said, her voice flat.
The same words she'd said for days now, though they did no good.
"You've been eating too much. Look at you!
That's fat on your thighs! My
God, after all I told
Published on December 07, 2012 12:05