The DuBois were invited over to the Ed Wuncler Sr's mansion for dinner, Jazmine was excited. Her, and her parents hadn't been there for a while.

"Do you want to come, Miyanne?" Sarah asked, checking her makeup in the mirror.

"To where? The Freemans?" Miyanne asked, sitting on a chair. "Aren't they just some sweaty neck negros?"

"No, not at all."

"Ugh." Miyanne said, out of disgust. "What the fuck do I need some fucking ancient old man eyeing me, while his sweaty neck up to no good grandsons, look through my purse, and fuck my ass?" Miyanne asked.

Sarah stood in front of the mirror in shock. She managed to speak with diplomacy. "We're not going to the Freemans for dinner tonight, we're going to Ed Wuncler's."

"Whatever bitch." Miyanne said under her breath.

Tom came down in his usual attire, while Jazmine came down in a black dress with a red trim. Her hair was up in one pony tail today, and she felt stunning.

"Okay little miss 10 year old." Sarah said, happily. "You looked beautiful, but remember to keep your knees together, okay?"

"Okay mommy. But I'm wearing shorts." Jazmine lifted her dress, and revealed pale blue shorts.

"You are indeed." Sarah said. "But, just as a habit."

"Okay."

"You coming aunt Miyanne?" Tom asked.

"That was already covered." Sarah said. "She won't go."

The DuBois stood outside, Tom had his hand on the door knob. "Well, we'll be back soon."

"Do you think I'm dumb?" Aunt Miyanne asked, angrily. "Do I look like I give a danm?" she asked, accusingly.

"Okay see you soon." Tom said, he closed the door.

"Boy, she's infuriating." Tom said, exhaling. "And graphic." Sarah replied. "I'll explain later."

Now Miyanne was alone in the house. "Fuck them for putting me outside! Contract bullshit!"

The truth was they had the measurements, and pictures of the house in the contract. That didn't bother Miyanne when she signed the contract, though.

She was upset, but she knew that she couldn't destroy the inside of the house, no matter how much she wanted to. At first she was outraged, she got up to the couch, and screamed at the top of her lungs. "FUCK THEM FUCK THEM FUCK THEM!" She jumped off of the couch and ran upstairs. Repeating the rant through the home.

She went to Tom, and Sarah's room. She smashed the vanity mirror, and ran into the bathroom, and clogged the toilet with Sarah's hair products. She took the bed, and stuffed in the toilet, the bathroom water pooled around the room. She took the clothes from the closet, and ripped shirts to pieces, she took one of the scented candles, and lit parts of the room on fire, then extinguished it with the shower head.

Now she went to the phot albums, pictures of Jazmine as a baby, to older pictures of her, Tom and Sarah's wedding, Jazmine's recital, exotic places they visited, images of beautiful places, and charming kind people they knew, were all torn.

"Bye bye." She said, laughing maniacally. Next she went to the little girl's bedroom.

Miyanne had a profound hatred for Jazmine. It was her stupid laugh, her stupid smile. Her hideously sickening face, her fucking skin, her voice, everytime she fucking cried and her inspid giggling, everything about her was despicable. There were times where Miyanne just wanted to beat her with a bag of rocks, and throw her into the nearest, and most polluted river.

She also hated the room. It was filled with toys, and books, the furniture was so soft, the fucking frilly bed, and the way the room was filled with an incomprehensible feeling of love, and happiness. Miyanne picked up one of Jazmine's dolls. She heard Jazmine playing with this one, she was on some mission to find some Onara gem, or some bullshit. She remembered Jazmine would say the doll's name in that squeaky voice of hers, Mrs. Wuslington, or Mrs. Wellignson, some bullshit tea party fuck like that. The doll looked up at Miyanne with a sweet smile, her rosy cheeks caused the doll to glow, as if it was filled with love: a little girl's love.

Miyanne narrowed her eyes. "Fuck you." She said, and she ripped the doll's head off.

After that, she went on a rampage. She turned desks over, threw toys across the room, and whacked their heads off with scissors, she wrote "FUCK YOU JAZMINE I CAN'T WAIT TO GROW UP AND WATCH YOU BECOME NOTHING" in pencil, inside of Jazmine's favorite books.

Now she was finished destroying that room, she headed downstairs. She felt proud of her work, but wasn't quite finished. She went into the garage to top everything off.

She came back with a chainsaw, and laughed. She ran through everything in the living room, kitchen, and closet, obliterating anything she could find.

She took a bucket of paint, and painted all over the walls. "TO HELL WITH THE DUBOIS" "FUCK YOURSELVES" "YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE MURDER"

Finally, she dropped the paint, and fell to her knees. She looked around her, feeling complete.

"Now that's better." She laughed. Then she checked her watch, and sped through the house. She nailed things back together, scrubbed the paint of the walls, sewed fabrics, repaired mirrors, unclogged the toilet, and cleaned the floor.

She fixed everything she destroyed, as if none of it happened.

"That's what they'll think." She told herself. She looked up at the ceiling, and winked.

"That was quite the party." Tom said, holding Jazmine, she was sleeping against his shoulder.

"Yeah, I wonder why Robert wasn't there."

"Oh, they probably have plans."

The DuBois family was back, it was now completley dark outside. They heard maniacal laughter coming from the kitchen.

Tom, and Sarah looked at each other, they walked into the kitchen slowly. Afraid of what they might see.

"Hah hah ha!" Miyanne laughed. "That boy's killing me." She said, referring to a comedy special. She laughed at the large television.

"Y'all back so early." Miyanne said.

"It's 12:30 at night." Tom replied.

"Ah, what-evvvur." She drawled.

"I remember hearing that comedian say that." Sarah said, pointing to the t.v.

Miyanne shrugged. "That's what they'll think." She said mysteriously. She walked outside, and went to the backyard shed. Miyanne closed the door behind her.

Sarah looked around, "does something look off about the house?"

Tom looked. "It actually looks...cleaner."

"Yeah." Sarah said, let's get to bed. I have some pictures I want to add to the album."

When they went upstairs, Tom put Jazmine to bed, and Sarah put the pcitures in the album, all of the previous pictures were perfectly intact, as if they were never torn. Miyanne DuBois was a specialist when it came to covering up destruction.

She didn't need them to see what damage she caused, no that would be too risky. Just knowing she could destroy whatever she wanted gave her all the release she needed.