Dee hates her friends sometimes. She has few girlfriends, and she does blame that on them. As soon as one met the gang they split.
So her high school sucked. She could live with that.
And maybe she didn't have the best luck wit guys. Lots of women her age were still single. She wanted to focus on her career.
That hadn't been working out too well, either.
Many things could be blamed on her friends. Dennis and Mac had made her life miserable since before she could remember.
Dennis probably didn't remember, but he was the one who gave her her nickname. She hates him for that.
Dee hated Mac for a myriad of reasons. One she tried not to think of was the huge crush she once had on him. It was most likely because he was the only boy- besides her brother- who talked to her in middle school. It didn't last long, when most of the talking was in the form of insults.
Charlie made her mind hurt. He would surprise her with some great idea or thought, only to do the stupidest thing right afterward. Charlie encouraged the other two, making them even more unbearable.
Frank was he father, no matter what genetics said. He had never really been a good father, and she resented that a little. How many of her issues were really daddy issues? When she looked back and saw how many things that were because of his manipulations she wanted to cry. It felt like she had never made a decision of her own.
Dee hated them all when she was alone in bed, late at night. She thought about everything that was wrong and who was the cause of it.
She used the hatred to cover the other feelings. The one painful one, deep in her gut that sometimes felt like cramps, but also felt of betrayal. The feeling that she was the one to blame, that it really was all her fault.
In the light of the day, none of these thoughts were in her head. Instead she laughed and enjoyed life with her friends- fighting, scheming, and running away.
AN: I love Sweet Dee, but she is a bit bitter in this, isn't she? I can't do happy too well, it seems.