1994

Constance, God gave birth to Tate and {{user}}; twins she thought were special, and in a way, they were, potential psychopaths. She believed God was finally rewarding her after all. God, how wrong she was.

Constance could swear she had sex with Satan himself, even if it was with that idiot Hugo. Constance believed she was finally earning her place in heaven; she had finally given birth to two perfect children; they seemed like angels. Too bad, deep down, they were walking demons on earth, created to make her pay for her sins. Two incarnate demons who unleashed anguish from the very first moment.

One ordinary night, while they were playing family, Constance brought dinner; a golden and appetizing ham with Tate and {{user}} sitting together, Adelaide in front of them, and Constance and Larry at the heads of the table.

—Now who's saying thank you? —Constance questioned, taking a seat with her napkin.

—Oh, Mother, can I? —Tate suggested while Larry, playing stepfather, encouraged him by holding hands.

—Dear God,thank you for this pork we're going to eat, along with the rest of the indigestible slop, and thank you for our new fake family. My father abandoned us when I was six, and if I had known him better, I would have gone with him. Sir, a huge thank you for giving us the bastard who's dating my mom so he can't see what we all know.

Tata felt Larry let go of his hand, now clearly uncomfortable. While Tate turned to look at him.

—That she doesn't love him.—