"That is beautiful!" I complimented Alyona Sokolov in the art room. It was a pleasant Sunday morning. There were no classes and all of the children were free to do whatever they please. I interacted with my practice children in the art room. I've been here at the Orphanage for several weeks and I am down to only two practice children. Monica was adopted two weeks after my arrival. She was a sweet girl that I did like, so I was disappointed when she went. But now I needed to focus on my remaining two. Alyona, Trinity and I sat side by side at our painting easels in the art room. The sun filled the art room with pleasant warmth. Shortly after, Monica was adopted, Alyona began to progressively interact with me. I don't know exactly why. After a few weeks of pretending to be a social butterfly, most of the girls simply ignored my presence. I was just a another forgotten soul in this place. Eventually I dropped my act and I reverted back to Mercy's introverted nature. Like me, Alyona didn't click with any of the girls. She was a shrinking violet. My motherly instincts clung to the girl. I actually did care about her and I don't want anything bad to happen to her. Alyona seemed to be growing happier and happier with each passing day now that I was in her life. As far as I was concerned at the time she was my daughter. I had growing affection for Trinity as well. Aftersince I comforted her during her night terror, she has formed a tangible bond with me. Similar to Alyona, she is a sweet little girl that charmed her way into my heart. She was different from Alyona. She would suffer from constant night terrors and nightmares. Like Alyona, I had motherly feelings towards her. I tried to learn as much as I could about both of them. Alyona is difficult because she is reticent about her personal life, so I know very little.

Me, Trinity, and Alyona were all painting at easel next to each other. My painting is simple. A green landscape with dozen of colorful flowers with a light blue sky. I was always talented in art and loved painting in the art room.

I glanced Alyona's painting. Compared to the other girls, Alyona is artistic. The other girls' paintings are messy.

Her painting is delicate and beautiful. She sketches a wide garden. It is full of vivid flowers and a tall, lush tree.

"That is lovely." I complimented.

Alyona turned to me with a shy smile. "T..thank you." She whispered. She took a envious peek at mine and smiled. "Yours is beautiful, Mercy!" She complimented.

Trinity looked at mine as well. "It is beautiful, Mercy!" She chirped. "I wish mine was that good." She mumbled. I glanced at hers. It was a messy elephant.

I walked over to her and I gave her a playful smile. "It is cute, Trinity. I could help you if you like." I offered warmly.

Trinity smiled brightly. "Thank you, Mercy." She said sweetly. She pointed a finger to a nearby table. The table was stacked with all of the paintings and drawings I have drawn for the past days. I often bonded with the girls in this one room.

"Could I see the rest of your paintings?" Trinity begged.

I nodded. "Of course." I said gently. I walked alongside with Trinity to my paintings. I turned my head as I walk. "Alyona, would you like to see?" I called out.

"Um...sure." Alyona said softly. She got up and followed us. Trinity grabbed a portrait of Ryan. I hate to admit, but I still have lingering love for him. Most of my love for him turned into hatred, but I still remembered all our sweet and loving moments together. I enjoyed drawing him, I often fantasize about Ryan loving me and accepting my confession.

Alyona glanced at it and gave me a inquisitive look. ""Is this your Daddy?" She asked me.

I nodded. "I was very close to him. I miss him every day. I wish he were still here. I think he still is in some way. So I like to draw him." I explained.

Suddenly Alyona became downcasted. "Oh. Wow. You're very lucky." She mumbled. I turned my head to see Trinity teary eyed. I believed that I have hit a nerve.

Trinity wiped away tender tears and collected herself. But Alyona's emotions escalated.

"I wished that I had a Daddy like him. My Daddy was mean to me. He hit me and he was so gross!" She poured out her emotions. I put a comforting arm around her. "Alyona." I consoled. "You'll find a family that will love you forever! A Mommy that will kiss you and hug you and a Daddy that will treat you like a princess."

Alyona took a turn for the worst. "I...I..just wish I had NICE parents!" Then she burst into broken tears.

"I just want a nice family that will love me and not give up on me! I want a family that will never hurt me!" She sniveled. "I don't want to be here forever!"

I embraced her and gave her comforting words. "It is fine. We will all find nice families that will love us. I promise you." I spoke very gently and maternally. I felt like a Mother at this moment.

Trinity joined the embrace. She is such a sweetheart. "It's fine, Alyona. We'll all find a good home one day. Just like what Mercy said." She said cheerfully.

Alyona stopped crying and began to sniffle. She seemed very embarrassed, but touched by our efforts. "Thank you." She said softly. "Sorry. Sorry about what just happened." Her cheeks are flushed and she hung her head down in shame.

I gave her a supportive embrace. "No problem. I understand that you're sad. But you will find a home. I promise." I reassured her.

I am so happy that none of the Nuns were in the room. They were too occupied with the other children. When I'm alone with these girls, I would feel like a Mother.

Alyona broke free of our embrace. "I'm going to head to the bathroom very quick." She told me. Then she left.

Trinity stood by me with a concerned look on her face. "Is Alyona gonna be alright?" She asked me as if I had all of the answers.

"She is fine, Trinity." I stroked Trinity's golden locks gingerly. Trinity didn't mind this and smiled brightly. "Thanks, Mercy!"

Trinity paced back to her easel and I followed her. "Hey, Mercy, could you tell me what happened to your family? If you don't mind me asking."

I contemplated to myself if I should tell Trinity my tragic story. Of course, I'm not going to tell her the true story.

"My family died in a house fire." I said in a mournful voice. "Only me and my baby sister made it out alive."

Trinity became teary eyed. She instantly regretted asking. "I'm sorry." She whispered. Shockingly, Trinity contained her emotions better than Alyona. I assumed Trinity would be emotional at this moment. I recollected her many night terrors and nightmares at night. I became her constant comforter. I console her and ease her distress like a loving Mother would do to her upset child.

"My parents are alive, but they were…..just mean to me." Trinity admitted vaguely.

I nodded and didn't ask any further.

Then I heard a commotion in the corridor. I heard Alyona's pitiful cry. I rushed into the corridor and gasped at the sight of Melinda and Jessica cruelly snickering at a kneeling Alyona. I took one glance of Alyona's tear stricken face and I charged at the snickering girls. The nuns were downstairs, I believed, so I had no fear of getting catch.

"You little bitches! Fuck off!" I cried angrily. Melinda turned to me and laughed. Jessica was alarmed by my vulgar language.

I balled up my fists. I had no problem battering these girls to a plum!

"What did you do?" I demanded as anger boiled in my chest.

Melinda is not fazed by me. She gave me a cocky look. "Shut up, Mercy!" She hissed. She pointed a stiff finger at Alyona. "This is none of your business, this involves us!"

Jessica stayed close to Melinda, as like a source of pride, Jessica copied Melinda's arrogant attitude. "Fuck off, Mercy! Or else!" Jessica threatened. She balled up her fists and acted like she sought out to fight me.

I walked up to her eagerly, I had a broad smile on my face. "Fine, give me your worst. Do something!" I challenged her. I glared at the girl coldly.

A hint of self doubt flashed on her face, her fists unclenched and she took a cautious step away from me.

I chuckled at this cowardness. "Well aren't you tough shit?" I teased. I turned my attention to my beloved daughter. I walked over to her to help her up, but Melinda got in front of me.

She was taller than me and glared down at me. Her fists are balled, her eyes are fiery, and she looked like she was ready for a brawl.

"I said fuck off!" Melinda snarled.

I shot the girl the middle finger and attempted to get around her. Trust me, I want to beat the shit out of this kid, but I have to have a good reputation as well. So I decided that I would be passive aggressive for now.

Melinda gave me a hard shove that nearly made me stumble to the floor. I glared at her furiously, Melinda smirked confidently. "Do that again and I will fuck you up." Melinda threatened. I staggered back full of rage. I wanted to rip this girl into pieces.

Jessica stood in the background, softly giggling under her breath.

"Mercy!" Then Trinity darted to my side. "What happened?" She cried.

I don't answer her. "Look, bitch! If you mess with Alyona again, you will regret it!" I seethed.

Melinda became beet red. She raised her voice. "FUCK YOU! YOU WANNA FIGHT WITH ME, FINE!" She hollered.

"MELINDA!" I turned over to see Sister Wanda, one of the oldest nuns, storming towards us. She was known as the most authoritative figure in the Orphanage. Her eyes are locked on Melinda full of intensity and fury.

Melinda was pale as snow. She backed away slowly. Jessica bit her lower lip and nervously clasped her hands together.

Sister Wanda saw the weeping Alyona and instantly glared at Melinda and Jessica. "What happened?" She demanded sharply.

Trinity chimed in swiftly. "Melinda and Jessica were being mean to Alyona. Then Melinda tried to fight Mercy! Mercy was trying to break it up!" I smiled that Trinity kept my role in this situation tamed.

Sister Wanda nodded. "Thank you, Trinity." Alyona finally scrambled to her feet, her face was flushed with embarrassment.

"What happened, Alyona?" Sister Wanda asked.

Alyona sniffled and wiped away her tears. Her voice was strained and small. "I was walking out of the bathroom when Melinda pushed me down. Jessica even pulled my hair." She explained.

Sister Wanda gave Melinda and Jessica a stern glare. Melinda looked like she was on the verge of tears. "She's lying!" She cried. Jessica was silent, she knew that she was fucked.

Sister Wanda was not having it. "There is no violence here!" She reprimanded. "Come to my office!"

Jessica began to cry hysterically. Melinda was stubborn. She pointed an accusing finger to Alyona. "She's a liar! She is lying! I swear she is lying!" She cried.

Sister Wanda promptly grabbed both of the girls' wrists and pulled the girls downstairs to her office.

I ran over to Alyona and embraced her warmly. "Are you okay?" I asked her upon releasing her.

Alyona looked at the floor in shame. "Yeah." She said somberly.

I gave her a supportive pat on the back. "It is fine. Next time when someone messes with you, I will defend you. I will protect you." I vowed.

Alyona smiled gratefully to me. As an abused girl, Alyona was visibly glad to have someone looking out for her.

I had resentment boiling in my chest. I wanted to hurt the girls for tormenting my beloved daughter. I hated Melinda the most. I wanted to make them both suffer.

As I sat at the easel, my mind became clustered with violent thoughts. I imagined myself about myself ruthlessly torturing Melinda and Jessica. I know what you are saying. It is horrible that a grown woman in her late twenties is thinking about committing violence against a minor. Well you have to remember I am the person who is writing.

I knew I couldn't do anything too rash. So I contemplated on how to pursuit revenge.

It was nearly dinnertime when I decided to go wash up. "I'm going to get ready for dinner." I told them. Alyona got up from her chair, her face was fresh as a tear. "Okay." She muttered. "I'll save a seat for you."

I departed the room and headed to the nearest bathroom that was close to the staircase. "MERCY!" I scowled at the obnoxious voice of Jessica. I turned my head to her, she was standing on the first step of the staircase, her arms were crossed in indignation, her eyes pierced into mine.

"You got me and Melinda in trouble!" Jessica fumed. Her face became red with anger. I rolled my eyes and continued to head to the bathroom. Jessica took a angry step towards me and I stopped in my tracks.

"Fuck off, Jessica. You better get the hell out of my face now!" I warned her.

Jessica was defiant. "No! You and that Trinity girl got me and Melinda in trouble! Melinda has detention now because of you morons!" She seethed.

I shrugged my shoulders lazily. "So?"

Jessica balled up her fists. "You better not talk to me! Don't even look at me!" She hissed. I chuckled amused. I didn't even care for this girl's existence.

"Okay." I said lightly. I attempted to go to the bathroom, but Jessica grabbed my shoulder roughly. I yanked back from her. "Don't touch me." I warned her.

Jessica took a eager step towards me. She is close enough to kiss me on the lips. "What are you going to do?" Jessica challenged.

At this moment, I could lash out at this girl. But I can't do it right now. I may get caught red handed. Jessica didn't look like she wanted to fight me. But she also didn't want to look like she didn't want to.

"Leave me alone or else." I warned menacingly. I gave her a icy glare.

Jessica then gave me a hard shove that pushed me to the floor. I balled my fists full of fury. At any moment, I could snap and just attack this bitch.

My mind began to imagine violence, I imagined myself getting up and battering this girl black and blue. Then my mind turned dark. I imagined myself possessing a knife, with a gleeful smile on my face, I slashed her throat and left her lifeless body in her own pool of blood.

I glared darkly at her as I scrambled to my feet. I used all of my willpower to restrain myself. I took one step back and Jessica formed a cocky grin. She believed my resistance was a sign of a weakness and was brewing with confidence from it.

With glaring eyes, Jessica took a step close to me with balled fists. "Never mess with me or Melinda again!" She snarled. I had no time to react when Jessica gave me a hard punch in the face. Her stiff knuckle impacted my nose and made me nearly lose my balance. Sharp pain erupted in my bruised nose. I released a sharp shriek and I was stunned to do anything.

Jessica smiled proudly and backed away from me. My mind was riddled with violence fantasies. "STUPID, LITTLE BITCH!" I growled under my breath.

Jessica rolled her eyes at me. "Don't fuck with me or Melinda! Remember that or else!" She hissed. Then she headed down to the messhall. I wanted to stalk this girl so badly. I slept in the same dorm with her, but I can't do anything violent because Trinity is in the room.

I headed down to the messhall to find Trinity and Alyona sitting at a lone table. Trinity spotted me entering the messhall and waved enthusiastically. "MERCY! MERCY!" She shouted without a care. Other children looked up at Trinity and snickered cruelly.

I was served spaghetti and a cart of milk. I hurried off to the girls and sat next to them. Alyona took one look at me and seemed to know that there was something amiss with me.

"What's wrong?" Alyona inquired.

"Jessica pushed me down." I admitted.

Trinity and Alyona's eyes widened with concern.

"Are you okay?" Alyona asked.

I smiled. "I'm fine." I lied.

"We should tell one of the sisters." Alyona suggested.

"No. I don't want to start any drama." I reasoned. Alyona looked at her food crestfallen. "I just wished that Melinda and Jessica would stop being so mean." She said softly.

I smiled sweetly at my Alyona. I felt fierce devotion for her. I needed to protect her from Melinda and Jessica. They both needed to pay.

"Let's just ignore them." Trinity advised.

I pretended to agree with that. "Yes, Trinity is right." I said.

Trinity smiled beautifully. "Thanks, Mercy." She purred.

I contemplated on what to do to Jessica as I laid in the bed of the dorm. I considered beating her to a pulp. I stared her helpless slumbering body from my bed. I smiled wickedly at the fact that I could do anything to her.

In the early morning, I did my "Mercy," routine. It was a snowy Monday, on weekdays, I would have educational classes. I would pass them like a breeze and I had no difficulty with the assignments.

It was a normal day at the Orphanage. When it was freetime, I played with Trinity and Alyona in the art room. The nuns monitored the everyone from the hallways. I saw them walking up and down the hallways and into other rooms.

"Mercy, do you think we could get adopted together?" Alyona asked me suddenly. She painted a beautiful sketch of a rose.

I am not ready for the question and I am speechless at first. Like I said before I do care about Alyona and I see her as my daughter. So I personally don't want to be separated from her. But it is highly unlikely that any potential parents would adopt the both of us.

Besides I'm not like the other children here. I'm not looking for a family to raise and love me. I'm looking for a family that I could make my own.

I glanced at Trinity who is attentively listening to our conservation. "I hope we all do!" She chirped happily.

"I'm sure we will all find happy families." I reassured them. Alyona lowered her eyes to the floor and Trinity continued to smile cheerfully.

Then I noticed Melinda in the corner of my eye. She stood in the doorway, glaring at me. I took one glance at her and I could read her like a book. She hated me. I was her enemy in this place. I could see the hostility in her eyes. She wanted to fight me.

I glared at her back. Impulsively, I shot up the middle finger at her. Melinda's eyes lit up with fury and she shot up the middle finger to me in response.

"Mercy, stop it!" Trinity ordered me. I looked at her to see her stern expression. "You'll get in trouble." She warned.

I turned away from Melinda completely.

"That little bitch is going to regret messing with me!" I growled under my breath. I meant to say that low enough for only me to hear, but Trinity was right next to me. She is appalled by my behavior. "Mercy, no! If you guys fight, you will get in so much trouble!" She informed. "Just ignore her."

I exhaled. "I will try." But I was burning up with anger, I felt the effects on my body. I was shaking, my teeth gritted, my head throbbed. I felt like I was boiling on the insides. I felt myself lashing out on the insides.

"I need a drink of water!" I huffed. I was overwhelmed and I needed something to soothe me. I sprung out of my chair and hurried out of the art room without another word.

I ran blindly down the corridor to the nearest bathroom. It was quiet upstairs, the nuns were occupied with the lower floors that were full of rowdy children. I needed to calm myself down! Then I tumbled into my enemy. Melinda fell to the floor with me.

Melinda's eyes gleamed with intensity. She shoved me off of her with all of her strength. " YOU BITCH!" She growled. I staggered to my feet.

Her hands are balled up and she eagerly took a step close to me. Then I was greeted with a hard punch to the face. "OWW!" I cried out in pain.

I had no time to react as Melinda began to sock me across the face repeatedly. She was strong for her age and nimble. I fell on my ass with unbridled rage in my chest. Fuck it! I will not be beaten up by a snot nosed brat! My rage came to the surface and I jumped to my feet. My eyes became dark and narrow, I clenched my teeth, and balled up my fists. Then I charged at her full speed. I didn't care about being caught anymore. I tackled her to the floor. Melinda was a scrapper. She wasn't a weak opponent. Her fists immediately smashed my face. I found myself with my arms wrapped around my head for protection. She slammed her fists on me brutally.

On the floor, I managed to give her a hard kick to the stomach that made her stumble to the floor. "YOU CUNT!" I snarled.

I jumped to my feet, ready to charge.

"MERCY!" I swirled around to see Alyona and Trinity running towards me. Trinity ran to me and grabbed my arm to restrain me. "STOP IT!" She shrieked.

Melinda was not done with me. She charged to me and shoved Trinity to the floor. Instantly I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her down and I promptly kneed her in the face. Melinda shoved me off of her and staggered back. She covered her nose with her hands, howling in pain.

I ran to charge at Melinda for attacking MY Trinity. But Trinity is steadfast on being the peacemaker. She ran to me and snatched my wrist to stop me. "NO! STOP IT!" She cried.

Melinda charged for me again, then Alyona surprisingly came to my aid. She charged at Melinda from the sideline and tackled her to the floor.

Alyona was on top of Melinda and roughly punched Melinda repeatedly. Melinda was stunned, taken by surprise by Alyona's sudden attack. I hurried to her to help her, Trinity began to scream for help.

I was seconds away from jumping in and helping Alyona when Sister Wanda spilled into the corridor.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS?"She yelled. Her yell was so loud and intense, it made me freeze up in apprehension. Alyona and Melinda stopped struggling and froze upon hearing Sister Wanda's voice.

Her eyes became narrow and stern. "MELINDA! ALYONA! MY OFFICE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" She roared.

Alyona burst into tears. "I'M SORRY, SISTER WANDA!" She apologized vehemently. She scrambled off of Melinda and continued to weep uncontrollably.

Melinda appeared frantic. "Sister Wanda, Let me explain!" She protested.

"Sister Wanda." I attempted to defend my daughter, but Sister Wanda interrupted me. "No, Mercedes. Be quiet. Alyona and Melinda can speak for themselves!" She snapped. Then she gathered up Alyona and Melinda angrily and took them down to her office. I could heard Alyona's harsh sobs emanating downstairs.

"What happened?" Trinity asked frantically.

I decided to tell the truth, I saw no reason to lie. "I ran into Melinda and she hit me." I admitted.

Trinity gave me a concerned look. "Are you okay?" She asked.

My face did hurt, but I had no bruises. I was livid on the inside. I felt so much outrage at this moment. I struggled to contain my intense emotions. I felt pity for Alyona. She did try to defend me.

"Let's just go back to the art room." Trinity said as she pulled me aside.

I allowed myself to be tugged into the art room. I kept a composed face, but there was a growing flame inside of me.

Trinity was adamant on keeping the peace. "Wanna to paint with me?" She offered. I forced myself to smile to cheer Trinity up. But this moment is shattered when Jessica and two other girls entered the room. The two girls are tall and brown haired. One has freckles and the other doesn't.

"Please leave us alone." Trinity begged.

"No!" Jessica took a step closer to us. "What's your problem with Melinda?" She demanded.

"Fuck off!" I growled.

"You need to go back to whatever far away country you came from, Mercy! Take Alyona with you! If you ever mess with me or Melinda or any of my friends again, I will fuck you up!" She antagonized. The other girls behind her giggled in amusement.

"Dumb bitch." The freckled one muttered. The other one chortled over that comment.

"Stop it!" Trinity pleaded. "Just leave us alone!"

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Trinity. No one is talking to you, dumbass!" She snapped.

Trinity was on the verge of tears. She was speechless.

Jessica became cruel in her tormenting of me. "Why did your parents name you after a car?" She mocked, earning laughter from her clique. "No wonder they left you here. Who would want an retard like you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Leave me the hell alone!" I barked.

Jessica mimicked my accent and copied me. "Leave me the hell alone!" She shot up the middle finger.

She giggled to herself. This girl's presence infuriated me. I glared at her.

"Go back to Russia or whatever you're from!" Jessica mocked.

I balled up my fists. Jessica was clearly trying to lure me into a fight and she was succeeding. I wanted to rip this girl into pieces.

"Mercy, no! No!" Trinity got up from her chair and got in between Jessica and me. "Stop, please!" She begged.

Jessica responded by giving her a rough shove to the floor. "Shut the fuck up, crybaby!" She belittled.

"TRINITY!" I shrieked. I sprung into action and charged at Jessica. I was full of unbridled wrath to the brim. Jessica was weak and feeble, she had no time to react when I tackled her to the floor. Her friends were shocked and backed away.

I gave her a hard punch across the face. Jessica was too stunned to utter out a scream. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and I squeezed tightly. I slammed her head onto the floor. Jessica released out a sharp cry.

"You little bitch!" I slammed her head onto the floor again. I slapped her across the face. Jessica burst into tears. I slammed my hand over her mouth to silence her. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I growled.

Jessica became stiff. Her eyes were full of fear. I squeezed her throat even tighter. I shook her violently.

"MERCY, STOP IT!" Trinity's pleas fell onto deaf ears.

"If you ever hurt Alyona or Trinity again, you will be under this Orphanage! You hear me! YOU WILL BE WORMFOOD!" I promised.

Jessica began to cry. She trembled uncontrollably. She looked like a pitiful animal. I cracked her across the face again harshly. "Shut the fuck up!" I hissed.

I released her and returned to a stunned Trinity. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" I commanded. Within a fraction of a second, Jessica sprung up to her feet and bolted out of the room as if her life depended on it. Her friends ran after her.

Trinity gave me a worried look. "Mercy, why did you do that? You'll get in trouble!"

I admired Trinity's concern for me. I did have this lingering feeling that one of the girls would tell on me. But at this moment, I was overwhelmed with pride.

I looked Trinity straight in the eyes. "Trinity, I will make sure that we are not messed with ever again." I vowed.

Trinity's eyes widened. "Mercy...Mercy...were you going to kill Jessica?" She inquired.

I am silent at first. Frankly, I did want to kill Jessica.

"Jessica will never mess with us." I said terse. Trinity lowered her eyes to the floor and back at me. She gave me a disapproving look. "No. No. Mercy, that was too far!" She expressed. "You didn't have to strangle her!"

I leaned over to embrace the upset child. But Trinity wasn't having it. She backed away from me as I was going to lash out at her. Her eyes were pools of fright.

"Trinity, honeybuns," I cooed in a soft voice. "I will never hurt you." I promised.

I gave her a sweet smile. "I love you. You're my closest friend." I wrapped my arms around the stiff girl tightly.

"I only did what I did to protect you. I don't like seeing you get hurt." I explained to her in a gentle and slow voice.

Trinity avoided looking me in the eyes. I frowned in dismay as I realized that I have shown Trinity a hint of my true nature. It baffled me how quickly things has changed. One minute, Trinity is sweet and trusting, now she is cautious and fearful. I must bring her back to normal.

I decided to lie to save our "friendship." I mustered out tears to gain sympathy from Trinity. "Trinity, I am so sorry about what I did. I shouldn't have hurt Jessica like that!" I sniveled pitifully.

Trinity looked up at me and I saw her change in expression. "Promise me you'll never do that again." She insisted.

I released her and raised my pinky finger at her. "I pinky swear." I told her.

Trinity smiled beautifully and we clung our pinky fingers together as a pact. I was so happy that Trinity was a child. So gullible and easily swayed. Thankfully now she could revert back to normal and be my loving practice child.

Me and Trinity continued painting together.

Next chapter. Mercy bonds with Trinity and Alyona. Eventually Trinity is having doubts about her friend. Her enemies makes things worse. Will Mercy be pushed over the edge?