Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

What Meredith didn’t know, is most people preferred not to work with the brother/sister duo because of their need for the macabre. The NDA that they made their staff sign, protected their dark side. Meredith had no way of knowing that she had sent her best Anchor into the Lion’s Den.

“I’m going to be in therapy for years behind this crazy ass bitch,” Ivory thought as her face twisted in disgust.

“Understood. Well, I am in prison for castrating eleven men and sodomizing them with their severed useless dicks. After shoving their worthless penile shaft in their very experienced and already opened backdoor, I made them suck the filth off before I doused them with gasoline and set their worthless bodies on fire. Hearing them cry and beg for mercy did nothing for me. They didn’t mean it. Certain people can’t be saved. I don’t think I should be here. My actions were justified.

Do you know how hard she’s going to make my life when she realizes that I’m leaving her for her first cousin?”

“Why can't men just tell the fucking truth. It's OK, Nia, I got your back, girl. He's not gonna get away with cheating on us.” Amalia thought.

The person wearing the prettiest smile is often hiding a whole heap of secrets.

Life has taught me that the people closest to us are normally the people we have to watch the closest.

Isn’t it funny how people are quick to notice when a little girl is being fast, but those same people never notice when that little girl is being molested.”

Daughters were viewed as competition and therefore not given the love that they deserved.

“She said there isn’t a woman on this earth that can take my spot. She didn’t say that her husband hadn’t tried to put a child in her spot.”