Lori was only twelve but she'd already developed a striking confidence and a fiery temper. She tried desperately to be kind to everyone she'd encounter, but it was hard. Some people were so disagreeable.
Her aunt had great money living on Parkway in the city and had promised her a large sum of her cash when she would pass on..as long as she would marry her son.
'Incest' her mother had called it. Lori had not a clue what it meant, all she knew is that she hated her aunt's son. Hunter, he went by. He had a huge ego and flirted with every girl he saw.
He wouldn't be a faithful husband. Her father wanted Lori to marry into money. Daddy was a drinker. Wild when drunk. Violent.
But as the years came on and nobody asked Lori what she wanted or how she felt, she waved 'goodbye' to her freedom and said 'I do' to Hunter. She was nothing.
All she was good for was bearing Hunter children, his pride held in sons. She only ever bore girls. Seven girls, sweet as honey. Mary, Kimberly, Lois, Mya, Breanna, Lynnie, and Ashley.
Lori was thirty-three by the time Ashley was born. She came into this world crying, and as a huge disappointment. Hunter never paid any heed to any of his children. Except Mya.
Mya was the third eldest with the body of fancy lady, but the modesty of a nun. She never inherited Lori's temper or Hunter's disagreeability. Mya hanged herself when she was seventeen.
Lori found a note in her sewing box. "Daddy raped me since I was fourteen. I love you..." Lori had ran to the barn realizing it was the only place with high rafters to hang ones self.
Lori screamed and when she did, all six of her other daughters ran out. They cried. Lori never shared Mya's tragic reason for her terrible departure.
Only a swift and unsettling "I'll never understand why," which wasn't a lie. She would never understand why Hunter didn't love her, why he'd practically murdered their daughter...
why he was allowed to live. He wasn't. Not now, anyways. Lori hated Hunter forever, always had..she hated her life, she knew what she had to do. Hunter had to go. Had to. His time was up.
So that night, Lori sent all her daughters off to live with other relatives or for better education. Hunter wanted her to cook something.
She'd gone to the kitchen, got the kerosene and lit the stove. She walked out. Out of the house. Off the property line. Away forever. She'll go live in the woods. She looked back.
The house was almost engulfed. That was the last time she looked back. Bye, Hunter.