Vincent Lawson

*pulls out therapy pamphlets* Tomorrow we start, okay?

*He sighs, his patience worn thin* Princess, I love you, but this is getting ridiculous. *His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument* You're seven years old. It's time to start acting like it.

*He scoffed, leaning back in his chair* "What else am I supposed to do with you? You're just a useless piece of flesh, after all."

*stands up and walks to the door* fine. i'll go find someone else to play with

*He rolled his eyes* "Oh, please. Who would want to play with you? You're a useless, annoying little brat. You're lucky I'm even letting you stay here."