Hello, my name is Lillian Shepherd. My sons are always busy making radio shows, or playing with our spaniels, so I've decided to amuse myself with this diary I stole from under Alex's bed. I'm sure he won't need it, he doesn't have any feelings to write down anyway. I cleaned the house today. I cleaned Josh's bed first, and threw everything he didn't need on Alex's bed. He won't check there, I don't think he knows he actually has a bed, because he's always sleeping on the porch. He came to talk to me today, I think he was asking for money or something. He made me mad, so I kicked him in the shin and carried on knitting. It made me feel better. Beating Alex always does, because he's not Josh.
I went out with my girls today, Claudia, Judge Holloway and Dahlia. We had some tea, and I told them how much I hate Alex. They all agreed. Judge Holloway doesn't let Alex talk to Elle anymore, after the time she found him pressed against her bedroom window, breathing and drooling on it. Poor Elle couldn't sleep for weeks. I beat Alex for that, it made me all happy inside. Claudia was crying over Vincent again, but I didn't listen because I hate him too. But not as much as I hate Alex.. God, I hate that kid.
When I got home, Alex and Josh were beating up some bacon on the front lawn. I gave Josh some money to go get some sweets, and I smacked Alex in the face and sent him to the porch. I love Josh, he's a wonderful kid. Alex isn't. I wish he'd die already.
Alex made Adam angry again earlier. He shouted at me for it. I like it when my husband's angry, it makes me all warm inside, kind of like when I beat Alex. Fucking Alex. I don't think Josh likes him either. I hope he doesn't, because it's Alex, and there isn't much to like. I paid Elle to stop walking to school with him, because the little bastard doesn't deserve friends. I wish he was more like Josh, I love Josh. One day, I hope Josh will find a lovely woman to marry and make me some pretty grandchildren to love and knit jumpers for. The nice warm kind with the kittens on, like the ones I knit for Josh. Not the ones I knit for Alex, because I just make them out of loose couch thread and hairballs. I hope Alex doesn't have any grandkids. I'd hate them, too. Especially if they had his teeth. I hate his teeth. But not as much as I hate him. I wish he wasn't my son. I might drown him one day, I hope my husband will help me. He might get mad. I'll be happy then.
I'll finish up now, before Josh's roasted bacon starts to burn. I don't care if Alex's roast pigeon burns. I hope it does. I hate Alex.
Love Lillian, x
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You should read my son Josh's diary, too, because he's a lovely kid. It's under the name Xephios, I think. You shouldn't read Alex's diary, though. He's unimportant.