I'm Lily Madwip, and things have gone terribly wrong.

Destroy is a heavy word.

Can you imagine being 10 years old and some random woman who surrounds herself with creepy

monster people says she's going to destroy you?

I mean, kill is one thing, but destroy.

It reminds me of when my parents and Roger and I went to a Thanksgiving party that my mom's

company was putting on in Charlie Butterman, the CEO's son ate so much of the turkey,

the mom said he demolished it.

The visual you may get is of a turkey stripped of all the meat, but it was even worse than

that.

Charlie was a wrecking ball, a turkey consuming wrecking ball.

So when hekitty tells me she's going to destroy me, all I can imagine is her jumping

on me and tearing me apart like Charlie Butterman on a Thanksgiving turkey.

Bowens and lily bits everywhere.

But I'm only 10 years old.

I yell and make my eyes water a bit.

It's a cheap tactic, I know, but it usually works on adults.

Hekitty does not look the least bit bothered by my tears.

Oh, please.

She says, waving her hand at me like my father does when I tell him I'm too full to eat

the green beans on my plate.

Do you really think crying is going to sway me?

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