9. Cynthia's revenge
“Alexandra! You are so in trouble. If you had the least bit of intelligence in you would have not have snuck into a closet at 1:00 am to get a lousy doll that will do no good in your life. It is your fault I shoot that gun! Now have to explain to your father why there is a hole in the wall. That is going to cost so much money to fix! Your father can’t fix I because he’s going to war! When he’s gone you but is going to be straightened out! You are one of the most defiant children I have ever met. If were up to me you would be in an orphanage!” ranted Cynthia.
She did not care the least bit about what happened to her daughter. She was so sick of getting calls from the school. She did not want to be home with her daughter. She much rather be flirting with the man across the street. She would pick up Lily or Elizabeth when they needed it because they would not care. But she knew Alexa would care way too much.
Alexa stared at her mother in disbelief at what she just said. She was quite frightened that once her father left she would never see her family again. But right then and there all she cared about was her doll being safe. Last she knew Lily had it. Alexa stood up and turned around. She walked towards her door. Her mother just stared after her. She opened the door and crept in. She turned on the light and looked at the alarm clock. It was now 5:00am.
“Alexa, how did it go? Are you getting Ginger back?” asked Lily in a drowsy tone.
“She didn’t say anything about Ginger. She only talked about that if it were up to her I would be in an orphanage,” cried Alexa.
“You know she’s joking. Go to sleep you need some,” moaned Lily.
Alexa turned off the light and sat on her bed. She plugged in her earbuds and watched a few Shaytards vlogs. Then she tried to sleep. She tossed and turned. She could not fall asleep. She was scared. She wanted to know if she was really going to be sent to an orphanage. Finally, she cried herself to sleep.
Cynthia walked into her room and looked at her husband. He was sleeping peacefully. She knew he was going to be deported tomorrow of technically that day. She tried to figure out what to do with her daughter. She wanted to get rid of her. But, she was not 100% that she could get away with it. Her husband would surely freak out. But then again the man across the street was looking mighty fine these days. She could just file a divorce, send the little brat to an orphanage, and marry the man across the street. Now that was a plan.