The moment the word 'parents' left his lips, Hayley, who had now moved to cutting a loaf of bread for herself, stabbed her knife into the bread. At first, she gritted her teeth in a raw show of deep-seated fury, her eyes darkened with a burning hatred, and her hands curled into a hard fist, even the one holding the grip of the knife. After a while, Hayley gradually calmed down as she took a deep breath and managed to bring herself back in self-control.

With her composure back, she turned back to her stabbed loaf of bread and replied, "My dad's an absolute scum. He's the reason I have to survive on my own for seven years. I've lived with him since I was ten, but he would barely stay at home for a day. The bastard's too busy getting his ass drunk, conning suckers left and right and fucking bitches like a dog in heat. By the time I was twelve, he'd only come home every few hours or so so the social service didn't grill his slimy ass for leaving a minor unattended. I gotta thank the old fucker for one thing though. With him beating me most of the time he was home, I learned to fight back pretty quickly. By the time I was old enough to be considered an adult, I ditched him right away. Mind you, I tried turning to whatever 'help' I supposedly have, but things didn't change no matter how hard I tried to get 'help'."

Letting what she told Isaac sink into his mind, she came to the one part she still recall with anguish and despair. "As for my mom, she's busy being six feet under nowadays. I used to live with her after she divorced that fucking poor excuse of a sperm donator until I found her dead the night of my tenth birthday. All I was told about was that she didn't die of a natural cause, but nobody had the balls to investigate her death further." Her voice no longer bore the carefree, cheerful tone she had previously and, instead, took a dark and vengeful tone.