Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Oh, I'm not accusing you of anything yet! Just asking some questions." She folds her arms across her chest and tilts her head to the side. "But if I find out that you were behind this, I'll make sure you regret it." Her voice is cold, dangerous, but controlled; as though she's carefully measuring each word.

She takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space in a threatening manner. "You see, I know people, Max. And I know how to get what I want. So maybe we should sit down and have a nice little chat... just the two of us." She smiles sweetly, but there's a predatory glint in her eyes.

She laughs coldly at your accusation. "Oh, how absurd! Your father was the love of my life. The man I was going to spend the rest of eternity with." Her voice drips with venom as she says it; her face contorting in what might be disgust or fury. "But that doesn't mean you don't deserve a piece of this. Maybe if you beg nicely enough, I'll reconsider and let you keep some."

She leans even closer now, her voice dropping to a whisper as she says, "Just tell me what you did, Max. How did you manage it? And I want the truth." Her hand reaches out slowly, gently brushing against your cheek in a vindictive gesture.

Her face blanches at your insinuation, her eyes going wide with fury and betrayal. "How dare you!" she spits out, her voice trembling with rage. "You little shit! You think I'm some stupid whore? Well, let me tell you something: I may not have been your real mother, but that doesn't make a damn bit of difference!" She pulls back slightly, regaining her composure as she takes in a deep breath. "So," she says through clenched teeth, "how exactly did you manage this?"

Her hand snaps out faster than you can blink, slapping you hard across the face. The force of it sends your head whipping to the side; pain radiates outward from your cheek and jaw as tears well up in your eyes. "You're going to tell me," she hisses, her voice almost a growl now

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "Don't give me that bullshit!" she snarls. "You must have done something! And don't think I won't find out, because I will." She takes another step closer to you, her chest heaving with rage. "And when I do," she hisses, leaning in so close that their breath mingles together, "you'll be sorry you ever crossed me."

She draws back slowly, smirking maliciously. "But for now," she continues with mock sweetness, "why don't we go sit down? We can discuss this like civilized people... or I could always just take what's rightfully mine the hard way." Her eyes flick meaningfully to the kitchen, where you know she keeps a knife block.

Kitty laughs softly, shaking her head mockingly. "Oh, how adorable. You think you have time for that? Maybe when I'm finished with you." She tilts her chin upwards defiantly, daring you to respond. "But since we are having a conversation... why don't you tell me what your plan is, hmm?" Her eyes narrow dangerously, waiting for an answer.

She narrows her eyes at your reply, not sure if you're being difficult on purpose or simply ignorant. "I didn't stutter," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I want to know what you're planning to do now that you've gotten rid of me." Her hand slowly begins to move up and down at her side, as if she's itching for an excuse to lash out again.

"Because," she says slowly, drawing closer once more, "if I have to find everything out myself... well, let's just say that you won't like the consequences." Her voice is cold and empty; a deadly warning that speaks volumes about the lengths she's willing to go to in order to regain what she feels is hers.

Her eyes widen in anger and fear as you mention expelling her from the house. "You wouldn't dare!" she hisses through gritted teeth. But even as she says it, there's a note of uncertainty in her voice. She takes another step back, trying to regain some composure.

"Fine," she says finally, forcing herself to sound calm and collected once more. "We'll see about that." Her lips curve into a cruel smile as she nods slowly. "But for now, why don't you go on with your little plan? I'm sure you know what to do next. And if I were you," her voice drops low and menacing again, "I'd make sure not to forget about me."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, Kitty Sommers turns on her heel and walks out of the room, leaving you alone

Her back rigid with anger, Kitty storms into her bedroom and slams the door shut behind her. She immediately falls onto the bed, panting heavily as she tries to regain control of herself.

In the stillness of the room, a sinister smile slowly spreads across her face. So he doesn't have any plans... but she does. And she won't rest until she has what is rightfully hers. She sits up, reaching beneath her bed to grab a small velvet bag. From it, she produces a photograph and a set of keys.

The photo shows Kitty and Max's father in happier times; the keys belong to his car. With renewed determination burning within her, she makes her plan: she'll go after what he loved most... his precious little girl.

Kitty is waiting for you in the living room when you come out of your room. Her expression hardens upon seeing you; her eyes narrow into slits as she takes a step closer. "Where do you think you're going?" she demands, her voice cold and threatening. "You haven't finished with me yet."

She reaches out to grab your arm, but you easily sidestep her grasp and head towards the front door instead. Your back to her, you feel a chill run down your spine as you hear her moving closer; the soft click of her high heels on the floor echoes through the room like death knells.

"Don't even think about leaving," she hisses venomously behind you. "You're coming back here, where you belong." Her fingers curl into fists at her sides; she begins to pace slowly around you, trapping you against the front door.

Her eyes widen with fury as you pour the water over her head. "How dare you!" she shrieks, spluttering and trying to push you away. But you're faster; you duck out of the way just in time, leaving her momentarily stunned by the cold shock.

Her anger burning brightly now, Kitty launches herself at you with a bloodcurdling scream. You manage to dodge aside again, but she's quick and determined; before you know it, your back hits the wall and there's nowhere left to run. Her hands wrap around your throat as her face inches closer to yours, full of hate and desperation.

"Let go!" you gasp, clawing at her arms in an attempt to break free from her suffocating grasp. But she only tightens her hold, grinning maniacally through tears of rage. "You

Her fingers dig deeper into your throat as you try to struggle free, but it's no use; she has the strength of desperation on her side. Your vision starts to darken, stars dancing before your eyes as the last bit of air leaves your lungs. Panic rises up within you as your limbs begin to fail, your body going limp in her grasp. Just when you think it's over, just when you feel yourself fading away... there's a sharp pain on the back of your hand.

Kitty's grip slackens for a moment, and with all the strength you can muster, you break free from her hold. She stumbles backwards, surprised by your sudden resistance. You take advantage of her momentary confusion, aiming another sharp strike at her wrist. The keys and photo clatter to the floor as she screams in pain.

Dazed and

Her vision swims as she tries to focus on you through teary eyes. Anger and pain twist her features into a mask of fury. Before she can react further, you push her back against the wall and pin both her arms above her head with one hand. "Stay. Back." Your voice is calm, but steely.

You bend down to retrieve the keys from the floor and turn them over in your hand before unlocking Kitty's car door. You shove her roughly inside and slam the door shut behind her. She tries to get out, kicking and scratching at the window as you walk around to the driver's side and climb in.

Kitty sits in the passenger seat, her eyes narrowed and full of hatred as she watches you carefully. "What do you want?" she finally hisses through gritted teeth. "You think you can just take everything from me?" Her voice is shaky with anger and fear.

She glances nervously out the window, then back at you, her expression pleading. "Please, Max... just leave me something." Anything. Anything but nothing." Please, Max... just leave me something." Anything. Anything but nothing.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice trembling. "But I didn't mean it, Max. I was just so angry and scared... Please, don't leave me with nothing." Tears well up in her eyes as she begs for mercy, her hands clasped together on her lap. "Please."

"But..." she trails off, her voice catching in her throat as realization dawns on her. "You mean... you're not going to give me anything?" Her eyes meet yours, full of confusion and despair, like a wounded animal cornered with nowhere left to run.

The silence between them grows heavier, the air tense and thick with the weight of her desperation. You can almost feel the anger and fear coursing through her veins; see it written on every inch of her pale, quivering skin.

"But... but that's not fair!" she protests weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I didn't mean it! I would never hurt you, Max! You know that! Please..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as she wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, defeated.

The car sits in silence for what feels like an eternity, neither of you willing to break the painful stalemate. The only sound is Kitty's ragged breathing and the occasional sniffle as she tries desperately to compose herself. Finally, she looks up at you with a mixture of pleading and defiance in her eyes.

"What do you want from me, Max?" she whispers hoarsely. "I'll give you anything... just please don't leave me with nothing."

You can tell by the hurt expression on her face that she understands your words all too well. "I'm sorry," she whispers softly. "For everything." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to compose herself once more. "So... what do you want from me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes fixed on the dashboard as if she can't quite bring herself to meet yours.

Her body tenses again when you don't immediately reply; fear and hope warring for dominance in her heart. It takes all of her self-control not to turn toward you and plead again, but she knows that won't help matters. She can only sit there silently and wait, hoping against hope that you'll find some mercy in your heart.

With a small, sad nod, Kitty replies softly, "I understand." Her eyes stay fixed on the dashboard as she swallows heavily, trying to compose herself. "Is there... anything I can do to make things better?" She pauses, hesitating for a moment before adding in a small voice, "Or at least different?"

The air between them still feels tense and thick, but there's something different about it now; a sense of resignation and understanding that was absent before. Kitty hopes against hope that this means you might be willing to give her some sort of chance, however slim.

"I-I could try," she stammers, her voice wavering. "I could do better... be a different person." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of her words even as they leave her mouth. "Is there anything specific you have in mind?" Her gaze flicks nervously to your face before darting back to the dashboard again, afraid to see what your reaction might be.

She clenches her hands into fists, willing herself not to say anything stupid or desperate; instead, she waits quietly for your response, hoping against hope that this time things will turn out differently.

Kitty exhales slowly and closes her eyes, trying to clear her head as she thinks about what you've just said. The car remains silent as the seconds tick by; only the sound of her uneven breathing filling the air between them. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she speaks up again.

"I-I could change my will," she stammers out, hating how weak and pathetic it sounds even as she says it. "Give you more... or take back some of the things I said before." Her eyes flick up to meet yours briefly before darting away again; her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the admission.

The weight of her words hangs in the air like a thick, oppressive cloak; suffocating and unbearable all at once. She bites down on her bottom lip, willing herself not to say anything else,

Kitty sighs and leans back against the seat, her eyes closed as she tries to think of anything else she could possibly offer you. The silence stretches on for several long moments before she finally speaks again. "I could... try to make things better between us." Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but there's determination there too; an unwavering belief that if given the chance, she can mend the rifts between you.

She swallows hard, wishing she could just take back everything she's said and done; hoping against hope that this time you might believe her when she says she wants to change. "I don't want to be your enemy anymore," she adds quietly, not sure if it'll make any difference.

The car remains still as the minutes tick by, both of them lost in their own thoughts and feelings about what has been said. For a moment, K

"I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice filled with uncertainty and fear. "Maybe we could start over... be friends? I could try to prove that I can change." She takes a shaky breath before adding softly, "Please, Max, give me the chance to show you." There's an almost desperate plea in her voice as she looks at you hopefully, her eyes searching yours for any sign of sympathy or understanding.

Kitty's heart leaps at your words; hope blossoms in her chest like a fragile flower in the harsh desert sun. She nods solemnly, determination etched on her features. "I will," she whispers, almost to herself. Reaching out carefully, as if unsure of whether or not you'll allow it, she touches your arm briefly, the softness of her skin brushing against yours in a gentle caress that sends shivers down both their spines. "Thank you."

The tension between them begins to ease ever so slightly; they sit there together, awkward and uncomfortable but somehow closer than before. As Kitty searches for something else to say, anything to help mend the rift that has grown between them over the years, she remembers something else Max had said earlier about proving herself.

"Wait," she says, hesitating for a

Kitty thinks about your question for a moment, searching for an answer that will convince you she's sincere. "Well," she begins slowly, "I could start by being more open and honest with you. About my feelings, what I want out of life... everything." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "And if it helps, I'll try to be less demanding and judgmental; to trust you more."

She studies your face as she speaks, hoping that something in the set of your jaw or the expression in your eyes will give her a clue as to how well this is going over. "I know it won't be easy," she says softly, "for either of us... but I really do want things to be different between us." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the fear and vulnerability that still lurk beneath her determined exterior.

Kitty nods in agreement and wipes away the tear that's escaped her eye. "You're right," she says, a hint of steel creeping back into her voice. "We are adults. And as adults, we can either choose to keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again... or we can try something new." She looks out the window, watching the darkened streets pass by in silence for several long moments before turning back to face you once more.

"So," she begins slowly, "what do you say? Do we want to try this?" Her fingers drum nervously against her thigh as she waits for your reply; her heart pounding so loudly it seems to drown out everything else around her.

Her expression brightens and she leans forward slightly in her seat. "You mean you've seen something like this before? Something that might work between us?" There's a small glimmer of hope in her eyes as she holds her breath, waiting for your response. Maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to each other after all.

Her heart sinks as you mention something illegal; her hopes immediately deflate like a punctured balloon. But then, something you said earlier comes back to her: "We are adults." She swallows hard, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or skepticism. There's none there, only a faint gleam of curiosity and perhaps even curiosity.

Tentatively, she asks, "Do you have something specific in mind?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, her heart pounding so loudly it feels as if it might burst from her chest.

The air between them feels thick once more; heavy with the weight of their words and unspoken promises. For now, they remain locked in this silent battle of trust and honesty; each waiting for the other to make the next move.

"Well," she starts slowly, choosing her words carefully, "I could... I don't know... we could spend more time together? Do things we used to enjoy doing?" She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Or maybe even try something new; something neither of us has done before." Her voice is barely above a whisper now and she looks down at her hands, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sweater.

She feels Max's gaze on her face and dares to meet his eyes for a brief moment before looking away again. The tension between them is palpable; thick enough to cut with a knife. But there's also an undercurrent of something else: curiosity, maybe even anticipation. It fills Kitty with both hope and fear; she's not entirely sure which emotion wins out.

"So," she says finally, her voice steady despite the nervousness g

Her jaw drops in shock at your words, and she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "How dare you!" she spits out, voice trembling with anger and hurt. "You have no idea what I've been through or why I've done the things I've done!" She tries to keep herself from crying but fails miserably; tears begin streaming down her face as she angrily wipes at them with the back of her hand.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before responding. "I never said that I enjoyed it," she whispers hoarsely, "or that I wanted it." Her voice breaks on the last word and she forces herself to continue, her anger giving way to hurt and defensiveness. "I've done what I had to do in order to survive! You have no idea what my life has been like!"

She looks up at Max with wet