{ momma, we're all full of lies }
Joanna stood in front of the grave with a family on the other side of a hole in the ground. There was a little girl, a little boy, and an older woman, call crying. Jo's hand squeezed Rory's hand as she looked down at the little boy. He had a bruise on his arm, she assumed the worse. Of course, she didn't know it was because he fell of a swing set, not from abuse. After Joanna, Victor fixed up his act and found another woman. She was a nurse, she cared and helped Victor, they had two kids. Twins, they looked just like Jo's father.
She would never admit it, but she was jealous. He fixed up for them, not her. He loved them, not her. He made her the short tempered, trust issues, scared little girl she was today. He caused her so much pain that she couldn't even begin to explain and these kids got the perfect life with them. Tears started to roll down her cheeks and she spit on his coffin, grinding her teeth. "Rot in Hell, you son of a bitch." She hissed through her teeth. It was quiet so the other's wouldn't hear, she made sure of it.