"Here, take your medicine, Blake." I whispered softly. I stood next to Blake's bed, Blake was laying in bed with a high fever. On the other side of the bed was a purple bucket for her vomit. Blake was home sick with the stomach flu she contacted from school. In my hand was a spoon filled with Pepto Bismol, I inched the spoon to Blake's mouth. Blake opened her mouth and I placed the spoon into her mouth.

I smiled at Blake warmly. "You will get better." I told her sweetly. Blake cracked out a grateful smile. "Thanks." She croaked. I smiled back to her, I then walked away from Blake and grabbed a chair from her little desk. I pulled the chair towards her bed so I could care for her. Blake went to sleep peacefully as I sat over her.

As Blake slept, I decided to do her homework for her. I placed the chair back to the desk and sat down. I chuckled at how easy the work was.

"MERCY!" Sarah's voice made me jump. I looked up to see a angry Sarah in the doorway. "What are you doing in Blake's room?" She demanded. I glared at this piece of shit with coldness, but I kept my voice at a polite level.

"Mommy, I was just checking up on her." I explained.

Sarah took a step into the room, she turned her head towards Blake. Her eyes were scrutinizing Blake, trying to see if I hurt her in anyway.

When she found nothing, Sarah turned back to me. Her voice was suspicious and cautious. "Mercy, I do not want you in here. Only me and Daddy can come in here." Sarah said sternly. "Daddy is going to take you to school soon, get ready. Now."

I wanted to shoot this woman the middle finger. I controlled myself and I acted silently obedient. The moment I exited the room, Sarah inched into the hallway and closed the bedroom door behind her. I ignored this and continued walking to my bedroom.

"Mercy, I do not want you around Blake anymore." I stopped in my tracks. I whirled around with a shock expression on my face.

"But why?" I questioned.

Sarah looked offended that I would dare question her. "Because I said so. Stay away from Blake." Then she walked away from me quickly.

"Stupid bitch!" I fumed under my breath. I felt my anger boiling within me. How dare this bitch?! All I did was care for a sick child! I continued to walk to my room as my anger simmered within me.

I hurried into the bedroom. Jackie was downstairs, eating a snack, so I had privacy. I punched the bottom bunk pillow out of frustration.

"DAMMIT!" I ranted. I hated that bitch! I couldn't wait until the day the little girl is born and I erased her existence from this world.

I decided that I needed to focus on other things, because my thoughts of Sarah was overwhelming. I thought about Gabby and her diary. I walked out of the bedroom and snuck over to Gabby's room. Gabby is home, but she's in the bathroom currently taking a shower. I discovered Gabby's unattended cell phone on her nightstand. I pulled the charger out of the phone and listened attentively for Gabby in case she returned. Her phone wasn't locked because of the thirty minutes lock time on it. So it was easy to invade her phone.

I immediately went to her photo gallery, hoping I could a pull another "Rachel" somehow. There was dozens of pictures of this girl's phone. The majority of her Gallery was selfies of herself, posing and smiling at the camera. She would wear nice looking clothing with her hair designed a stylish way and smiling at the camera in the bathroom mirror. There were also pictures of her at wild parties, I saw one picture of her posing promiscuously with some older looking male. I do not know who Liam is exactly. I never seen him before. I saw plenty of boys and men posing with Gabby in her many pictures, but I had no clue how to spot out Liam.

With a frustrated sigh, I looked at her messages. Mostly her messages were mundane and were directed towards friends.

Finally I saw it. A message to a girl named Taylor from three weeks ago.

Taylor: So was that REALLY Liam who kissed you?

Gabby sent Taylor a message and a picture of her kissing a cute looking blonde boy at a late night party who I would later find out was Liam.

First off i kissed him. And I did more than kissing!

Taylor: Damn, that's messed up. Is Liam and Jackie still dating?

Yeah, but me and liam are just playing around, Jackie will never know.

"MERCY! GABBY! COME ON! IT'S TIME TO GO!" Ryan called out from downstairs. I nearly dropped the phone. Quickly, I went to Jackie's contact and pasted the picture and sent her it to her as message. I heard the shower turn off and I immediately exit everything and hastily put the cell phone back onto the nightstand and plugged it in. I rushed out of Gabby's room, luckily, Gabby was still in the bathroom and I made it downstairs. Jackie and Annie stood by their Father as they waited for Gabby to come. I stared at Jackie, she had a silver purse where she had her phone stuffed in. I wanted Jackie to look at her phone so badly.

I waited with great anticipation as I sat in my classroom. I only thought about Jackie seeing her messanges. When it was Lunchtime, I saw Jackie talking to her friends way in the very back. Gabby was at her usual table, gossiping and chattering among her friends in a carefree manner. As usual I sat at Gabby's table and ate my food silently.

Then it happened. "GABBY!" The entire Lunchroom grew quiet at the shrill screeching of Jackie. Jackie stormed over to Gabby's table. Man, if looks could kill! Jackie's face was beet red, her eyes were filled with fury, her fists were clenching and unclenching, Jackie looked like a bull ready to charge at anyone who crossed her path.

I looked at Gabby, she was frozen in place, completely flabbergasted by her sister's behavior.

When Jackie made her to Gabby, her glaring eyes locked onto her sister. "YOU BITCH! YOU KISSED LIAM!" She hissed.

Gabby's eyes widened. "WHAT?" She gasped baffled. The majority of the Lunchroom watched on curiously and others were snickering and whispering. There was no teachers in here to stop this and the Lunch ladies were no help either.

Gabby must have heard the snickering and felt her ego being cracked. She boosted herself up with boldness and rolled her eyes impudently.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF HERE!" She yelled.

Jackie was not having it. "YOU HAD SEX WITH LIAM! YOU FUCKING WHORE! OUT OF ALL OF THE GUYS YOU FUCKED, YOU FUCK WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!" Jackie seethed. All of the students were looking at Gabby now, whispering among each other.

Even Gabby's friends were looking at her sideways. Panic grew on Gabby's face, she looked like she wanted to disappear. But Gabby was not a person who allowed herself to appear weak. She was one of those individual that cares deeply about her image in the public eye and will do anything that keep herself looking superior.

A cocky grin grew on Gabby's face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm guessing you forgot that Liam broke up with you last week. So technically speaking, he's not your boyfriend. It's not my fault he liked pretty girls more than one night girls like you." Gabby sneered. Her tone was mocking and spiteful.

Then Jackie swung a swift right punch and nailed a unexpecting Gabby in the nose. Instantly the room erupted with cheering and cries. Students swarmed around Gabby's table, eagerly watching the two go at it. Jackie, I will admit, knows how to fight. Gabby stood no chance. Within seconds of the fight, Jackie proved herself to be a formidable fighter. She was punching and kicking Gabby brutally, Gabby attempted to fight, but visibly had no clue how to. She was flailing her arms and hands around, trying to at least smacking her.

"STUPID BITCH!" Jackie snarled, landing a solid punch to her nail again. Gabby staggered back in pain, her nose was bruised and blood flowed out of her nostrils. I looked on with excitement in my heart. I wanted to join the other children and cheer along with them.

Jackie grabbed a handful of Gabby's chocolate hair and yanked her forward hard. Gabby struggled vigorously. Even though she couldn't fight, she could talk shit.

"YOU ARE A BITCH! LET GO OF MY HAIR, BITCH! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Gabby hollered.

Students were having a blast watching this.

"LET ME GO! GET OFF OF ME!" Gabby grasped a nearby tray of food, she managed to give a hard kick to Jackie's abdomen, releasing herself from Jackie's grip.

"FUCK YOU!" With that Gabby smacked the tray across Jackie's face, knocking her to the floor. Food from the tray splattered on the floor and a nearby table. Jackie screamed out of agony.

"CHILDREN!" The entire room was silent. The Principal jammed himself into the center. He was a balding man in his late forties. A teacher entered the center and helped a sobbing Jackie to her feet.

"OFFICE NOW!" The Principal bellowed.

I watched in glee as Gabby protested with the Principal. "IT'S HER FAULT! SHE CAME UP TO ME!" She defended herself. "I'M NOT GOING TO THE OFFICE FOR DEFENDING MYSELF!"

Jackie only cried her heart out. I chuckled under my breath at all of this drama. I did not hate Jackie, she's possibly one of the few people in the household I'm neutral towards. But she is still nothing but a pawn to me.

I watched with a small smile on my face as the two emotional girls are escorted out of the Lunchroom.

….

After that fight, Jackie was suspended and Gabby was given at least two detentions. Thankfully due to the fight, Sarah is finally off of my ass and is now occupied with her "unruly" daughters. Gabby was grounded again, letting her with no phone, laptop, and ipod. Jackie's situation was worse. Little did I know, her play was this week and now I learned that she was replaced by her understudy due to her suspension.

I'm still prohibited from seeing Blake. Sarah makes sure I'm nowhere near Blake no matter what. Ryan tries to help, but it's obvious that Sarah is the dominant one in the house. Even though being away from Blake breaks my heart, I am able to keep my hopes up. When I end Sarah, Blake, the baby, and Ryan will all be mine.

The very next day, I was still beaming from the success of the mess I caused. I sat in my classroom, gleefully at the maydem I caused Gabby to experience. I listened attentively to the teacher and completed my work before any of the other students.

At this point, most of the students has lost interest in my dresses and ribbons, but no one is ever kind to me. Either the students are indifferent towards me or just negative towards me. I have no friends or ally here. The only person that had bad blood with me was Chloe. Chloe was moved into my classroom weeks ago and all she does is glare at me. She would never directly interact with me, still harboring fear towards me.

I caught a glimpse of the girl staring at me in class. I simply glared right back at her.

"Children, we are going to do a little art project." Ms. Shoaf announced. "It's a teamwork project, so first pick a partner or two, get some scissors, and a one piece of paper." Immediately everyone mingled with each other and split into either groups of one or two. No one picked me for a partner.

"Mercy, do you want a partner?" Ms. Shoaf asked kindly.

I shook my head. "No. I like to work alone." I expressed.

Ms. Shoaf appeared thoughtful. "Alright." She said. Then she raised her voice. "Children, I am going to hand out newspapers and magazines. You will cut out a picture or two and make your own collage." With that Ms. Shoaf went over to her desk and handed out scissors, glue, newspaper and magazines to the students. I was the very last to get one.

I worked by myself quietly.

"Hi, Mercy." I turned my head to a young boy named Toby, he was a skinny boy with straw colored hair and big brown eyes. He was one of the many children that taunted me on my first day. I turned around and pretended he didn't exist.

But Toby was not deterred. "So Mercy, can you please tell me why you dress up like an old lady?" Toby walked over to my desk and got in front of it. I was waiting for the teacher to intervene, but she was occupied with other students. Toby gave me a malicious smirk. "Come on! What's Mercy short for?" Toby urged, chuckling under his breath.

"Mercedes." I muttered.

Toby laughed. "A car. Your dumb parents named you after a car!" I glared at him coldly. "Fuck off." I growled.

Toby just became more and more amused. He seemed to relish in taunting me. "So you're a orphan, right?" He gave me a mocking look. "Ever thought about asking for a name change from Mommy and Daddy?" He arched an eyebrow. "You know, when they magically come back to life." With that Toby bursted out into laughter.

Rage fueled me. I clenched my fists furious. I struggled to compose myself. I was actually hurt by that remark. This bastard is gonna end up murdered! I thought in my head. Don't think I'm not capable. Personally I am restraining myself from that, struggling to keep my rage from sending me to a mental hospital again or worst.

I kept my voice calm. "Please, leave me alone." I whispered. Toby rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Orphan." He mocked.

That's it! I needed to do something to this little bastard!

"Give me this!" With that Toby snatched my scissors from my hand. It was so quick that I didn't even have time to say a word. He held the scissor with the sharp end facing him. I got an idea. Toby was running my way and at the right moment, I stuck out my foot.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Toby tripped over my foot and released a blood curdling scream. I instantly reeled in my foot before anyone saw me. The entire room became silent. The scissor pierced into the side of his cheek, inches away from his right eye. Blood poured down his cheek, Toby wailed and sobbed like a baby. He squirmed and wiggled on the floor, screaming in agony.

"OH MY GOD!" Ms. Shoaf ran to Toby's aid. She was struggling to stay calm. She helped the hysterical boy to his feet and sent a student to go fetch the nurse. I struggled not to smile at all of the maydem I caused. The boy's cries of misery was music to my ears.

The nurse arrived and took the injured boy to her office. No one bothered me after that. No one snickered or mocked me. I think the children may have sensed something about me, even though I'm sure no one saw me doing anything.

…

When I came home, I relaxed and did my homework in my bedroom. Everything was tranquil, Jackie kept to herself, listening to music on her IPod with her ear buds. Ryan was downstairs cooking dinner and Kelly was down there helping him. Sometimes I forget that Kelly even exist in this house. We rarely interact and she's often either driving around in her car or locked away in her bedroom, reading books.

Then Sarah arrived home. "MERCY!" I heard her holler. She hollered so loud that Jackie ripped out her ear buds.

I grew rigid with shock. Why the hell does this bitch want with me now? I thought of Toby. Did he rat me out?

I heard Sarah's heavy stomping coming the stairs.

"Sarah, what's wrong?" Ryan cried out in the background. Sarah ignored him and hurried up into the hallway. "MERCY, WHERE ARE YOU?" She barked angrily.

I glanced at Jackie. She was flabbergasted. Sarah jerked the bedroom door open and glared at me. "CHLOE'S MOTHER CALLED ME AT WORK AND TOLD ME YOU TRIPPED A BOY IN CLASS!"

Jackie looked at me concerned.

I remained calm. "No, Mommy. It was an accident. I didn't mean it on purpose."

Sarah eyed me suspiciously. "Mercy, if you are lying to me…" She started. I continued to vehemently deny everything. "I am not."

Sarah doesn't appear convinced. But she left the room silently.

…

"Ryan, listen, I think I found what's wrong with Mercy. She could be suffering from antisocial disorder." I eavesdropped on the couple late at night.

Ryan sounded like he was just annoyed. "Sarah, please, stop. Mercy is fine. She just needs love and affection, kay. Not you banning her from her sister and you treating her like she's a criminal. Just stop, bond with her, not betray her."

A hint of offense grew in Sarah. "Betray? Ryan, I clothed, bathed, feed, and cared for that girl from the day she came in. I just want make sure that Mercy is perfectly safe around our children." Sarah insisted.

Ryan cleared his throat. "Sarah, you are eight months pregnant. Stop stressing yourself out and just relax."

That just pissed off Sarah more. "Relax?! Ryan, I am talking about the safety of our children here! And you want to tell me to relax! No! If Mercy is gonna stay here, she needs to meet my standards." I rolled my eyes impudently.

Sarah paced around. I heard the crumbling of paper. "Look, children with antisocial personality disorder lies and exploits people. Mercy does that, she has lied before. She has no friends at school, children with APD have a difficult time making them. And the biggest one; superficial charm. Mercy can act like that at times." Ironically Sarah was right. I do suffer from antisocial personality disorder along with others. But Mercy didn't. Sweet little Mercy was simply a child that is accident prone.

Ryan just sighed deeply. "Jesus." He mumbled. "Sarah, just stop. When did you print all of this out?"

"Today!" Sarah fumed. "I am taking her to the therapist next month. I already booked an appointment."

Ryan just sighed in exhaustion. "Fine." He said defeated. I was just purely irritated by Sarah at this point. But I had to be patient and collected. My daughter is one month away from entering this world.

I walked away from the Master bedroom door and came across Blake's room. The girl was still sick. I strolled over to her bedroom and opened her bedroom door.

The little angel was sleeping like a baby. I tenderly touched her warm forehead. "Get better, my daughter. Mommy will take great care of you." I whispered softly. I planted a sweet kiss onto Blake's forehead and exited the room.

Next chapter will be up soon. In the next chapter, Mercy is pushed to her limits by Chloe and will make a fateful decision.