1 week until Thanksgiving. blegh.

Hi, Scarlett again. Now that I'm going to hell, I decided I have nothing to lose. I have embraced the fact, and kissing random man has made things clear to me. Like a true vampire/harpy, I am revitalized.

The taste of Twelve Oaks is addictive. Despite my words earlier, after a week or so, I have taken to once again poisoning the kitchen with my presence. I feel renewed with the attention, and at times, I forget about Rhett. That is, until someone says something moronic, speaks about honor, or generally something I disagree with. Then, I temporarily leave, and I realize Rhett wouldn't have said something so stupid.

After meeting many morons, one thing is very clear: we're meant to be together, us shit heads, and we have to stick together. It's us against the world.

If he has not returned in over a year for a non-pregnant, crazy Scarlett, he likely never will. So, I realized I had to take action.

While a normal person/cuckold stays away from their significant other due to guilt, I have decided to drag him back. Like General Sherman planning and executing war plan, I have decided my most efficient and successful plan is to tie him down with my body. I'll just have to get him extremely inebriated and jump his bones to beget his child. Then, he can never leave. Cue evil laugh. Bwahah

In order to impregnate self, I must (sneakily) find Mr. B...

Somehow, I imagine it un-sexy if I turn up in Charleston and openly stalk him. Thus, I have written to Carreen, and I have coaxed her into keeping me company... and by coax, I mean I cut her allowance off, forcing her to leave the abbey and come back to real, ATL thug life.

She'll know what's happening in Charleston, and hopefully where Rhett is.

- satan

Thanksgiving Eve

Weight: +6 lbs! I heard from Hazel that I should gain weight the next time I plan to conceive a child, so I have begun voraciously eating in an attempt to gain 10-15 lbs before I see Rhett again. When I start feeling sick from over-stuffing my insides, I just think about getting him back, and I force it down.

Weather: snowy

Progress:

- Careen arrived this morning. I had her settled into my room, as the others are taken up. While I prefer to have my own space, I suppose I can co-habitate with Carreen. I couldn't kick a guest out/lose $ on behalf of her stay, but I am worried how to hide my alcoholic tendencies around her. Will have to figure out how to hide said vices and growing satanic tail from nun sister. Will worry about that tonight or tomorrow.

- We are preparing a large Thanksgiving feast for the guests to enjoy tomorrow. I never thought I would be so excited to stuff my face tomorrow! I feel warm, content, and excited thinking it will bring me 1 step closer to my end goal. I really hate being fatter, and I wonder what Rhett will think... but I figure he never got some anyway, so he won't mind if I'm 15 lbs fatter, and I won't mind if game plan goes as mentioned.

- On the positive side, I think my breasts have grown slightly larger from the weight gain, which should be a plus.

...

I set out for Mellie's today, and I brought the dog. I thought Mellie would like to see it. She would've liked it, had she been here, I would've relegated it to her. She and Beau would have liked it.

I brought a cherry pie and a hand-picked bouquet. I picked the flowers en route to her grave from passing garden beds. I figured this way, they would be freshest, and I could pick exactly what I wanted for Mellie. I thought this would be more genuine than buying a pre-made one, anyway and I only picked the best ones.

I was prepared to drop the M-card if anyone questioned me, but I suppose everyone was too busy with Thanksgiving prep today to notice. +1 for scarlett- in addition to cuckoldry, her thievery also goes unnoticed.

As I approached Mellie's spot under the willow, I paused, and I saw a figure by her grave. A lady figure. Mellie had the South at her feet, so I guess I wasn't too unnerved by another visitor, although I preferred to keep her to myself. After the initial shock, I was glad she hadn't been forgotten. I thought of Montgomery again. He, like the rest of the boys, were dropped in unmarked graves.

I approached more slowly, to give the visitor space, but as I neared I nearly dropped the pie in shock. It was Belle. in a pink dress. My eyes narrowed at her sight. I though the biotch had left forever... or is that something I had just told myself? Whatever.

She was startled to see me, too, and she looked uncomfortable, as if she didn't want to be around me. How ironic.

I nearly hurled some verbal diarrhea at her face, until Mel's tombstone caught my eye.

I held my breath and tried to avoid eye contact. I stepped forward. We placed our flowers down at the same time, but I made sure to place mine carefully as to not touch hers. I didn't know what to do or say to Mellie, especially with heathen around. So, I just muttered, "happy Thanksgiving" to her and turned to leave, leash in hand.

While turning, I accidentally made eye contact with Belle. She had soft, blue eyes, and I thought, "how could a snake look so soft?"

I imagined her kissing Rhett and broke my gaze. As I stepped away, I sneered. That must be how she reels the guys in.

I took the pie, warm in my hand, and left. I made a mental note to dust off that area near Mellie's spot later. Must free it of hooker germs.

I walked home pissed off, wondering how Rhett could like someone like me and then her. I questioned my own standards for liking a man who frequents whore houses. By the time we came home, the pie had cooled, and I didn't know what to do with it. It felt wrong giving Mellie's pie to the tenants, although I know she wouldn't have minded. So, I gave it to the dog.

No more really eventful things this week besides the aforementioned events. Biggest decision of the week was organizing dog naming raffle/poll. I'm going back and forth on whether to submit name entries for Para or Parry. Para/Parry for parasite (I forgot to mention- it's a girl).

P.S. I also forgot to mention, I've made little success with project Mrs. Wilkes. Recently, Mission Silent Stalker has taken up a large amount of time, but I promise to Mellie that I will find a suitable replacement (hopefully) sometime soon.

- Scar

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