I remembered how I vigorously forced her to tell my lies, beating her eye till it was purple, tearing up her body until she succumbed. She doesn’t deserve my love after her attraction to Tom Robinson, she is not my daughter, she is my punching bag. The oak door suffered off its hinges as the cool zephyr brushed across my face. I wanted to find Jem and Scout. I had to pay Atticus. I needed him to suffer. When I heard Atticus’ children outside, I knew exactly what to do with them. Jem and Scout chattered across the street, and I crouched on the burnt, yellow grass behind the dilapidated fence that ran for yards. I smiled wickedly, as the vulnerable kids dipped into the shadows of the forest. The coat caught on to the rusty wires of the fence, yet I slyly bolted into the forest, oblivious of the ripping sound. The trees waved their branches and the leaves danced to the ground. The children were in my view strolling in the forest on the path towards the old Radley place. It seemed abandoned for years, yet the meanest man alive lived there. I wasn’t probably any better than him, but at least I had my reasons. “Come on Scout, let’s get movin’.” Jem exclaimed, in a reassuring