"Oh god...Why daddy? Why?..." Carlie ranted, putting her legs against her chest. She pressed her nails to her forehead as her father walked closer. With each passing moment, her sobs became louder, and her tears would not stop falling. She was scared. Hurt. Confused. She felt like she had just caught her lover kissing someone else. She felt betrayed. Jealous. All of her thoughts were on her father and sister, imagining them having sex and being all "lovey-dovey" with each other. This completely separated her from the rest of the family. And right now, was the very first time she would rather e with her mother. Carlie would rather put up with her mother sleeping with complete strangers rather that have her father and sister sleeping with each other.<br/><br/>But when Carlie's father said "I love you, darling", was when Carlie began to fill up with anger. Did he love her? Did he love her as much as Celeste? If he did love her, or at least as much as her older sister, that why the hell was he sleeping with Celeste? Why wasn't he sleeping with both of them? Or neither of them? If he loved her as much as Celeste, than Carlie would have never caught them having sex in the first place! Only one frase came to her head at that moment. Only one frase to tell her father.<br/><br/>"Fuck you, Dad!" Carlie yelled, quickly breaking the embrace he had on her and dashed for the stairs. Yeah, she said it. And she meant it. And she felt no guilt about it. The only guilt she was feeling at the moment was throwing up all over the nice clean wall near her father's bedroom. It was sad, that she was feeling bad for the wall instead of her father. But he deserved it. For sleeping with her sister. And she deserved it, also. Not only for not telling her, but also going with it. For betraying her!<br/><br/>Carlie ran into her room, slamming the door right behind her and locking it. she jumped on her bed, and cried into her pillow. She hoped that all of her sadness, hate, confusion, would come out with her tears. But they never did.