Being called a slut, whore and every bad name in the book by Martha wasn't what bugged me.
It was being called an outsider that bugged me the most.
She had said everyone thought we were strange.
It didn't make any sense.
"We were always going to be outsiders."
Those were her exact words.
It made absolutely no sense.
Mother had said we had lived here.
That we were from here.
So what did Martha even mean by what she had said.
I chewed on bottom lip.
And that name.
Scarlett.
It had done something to me.
I could swear on my soul that mother had called me Scarlett.
I could swear it.
But then again I had been so messed up by whatever was happening to me.
I thought maybe I was hallucinating.
Maybe….. Gosh.
It was all too much for me.
I did feel mother was hiding something from me.
Whatever it was I was going to-
I rammed right straight into someone.
"You stupid bitch!" Came the snarl from whoever I had hit.
