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"So why is your sister sending you this car? Doesn't she have anything better to do then send you presents all time? I mean I probably wouldn't send a brat like you presents, if I were her," Ruthie stated.

"My sister doesn't send me presents all the time. And besides, this is my car. I helped to build it. It's my car by property. You should wash your mouth out Ruthie. You think you know everything, and you really don't. So shut the fuck up, mother-fucking bitch."

"HEY! That's not necessary. What the do you have in your hand?" Kevin asked.

"I…I don't know. It fell out of my car when I opened the door. It's got the Florida Police Department stamp on it. Ice probably had them send it just in case my mother tries to get a hold of me again. They have been helping us out since I was 10-years-old. Even had a bodyguard for a couple months so mama wouldn't get to me. Hated it real bad. It was like being in some kind of movie. Watching yourself go through life like you aren't really there. Really sucks."

"So why don't you open it up to see what it says. Or are you afraid of what you might find out?" Ruthie asked.

I ripped the closed letter along the edge as to not rip the letter, and then pulled the letter out. I read it over carefully before they asked what was in it.

"So what does it say?" Rose asked.

So I told them.

"Dear Spider,"

"Wait why do they call you Spider. Why not by your real name, Natasha?" Simon asked.

"I went against my mothers wishes and got a spider tattoo when I was 10. Just before she put me in a…" I stopped. I didn't want them to know what I had gone through. I didn't wand nor did I need their Christian help. I never had wanted anything to do with God trusting family. I never wanted anything to do with any God trusting people.

"Before what? You can tell us, you know?" Kevin asked.

"I know. It's just that I've never trusted anyone that goes to church. Ice & I decided along time ago that we would trust our friends & family. Only family & friends. But seein as ya'll took me in when my mama went to rehab; I guess I could tell you what happened.

"It was my birthday when she decided to get drunk & high the day before my birthday. She went out partying with some friends even though she promised that she would take me out to dinner. I would have turned 10 at 12:00 in the afternoon."

"What do you mean would have?" Lucy asked.

"My mama came home at 11:30 in the morning all drunk & high she saw me sitting on the couch watching television. It was a cop show & mama had forbidden me to watch those kinds of shows, but I was. Well she caught me and all hell broke loose. She grabbed my daddy's old belt and started to hit me with it. The louder I screamed, the harder she hit me with it. Finally all her arm muscle had left her, so she started to kick me instead. When she was done beating on me, she left the house again. Ice found me in a pool of my own blood about 1:00pm & took me to the hospital. I was in a coma for two months."

"So why does she want custody of you so bad?" Robby asked.