I'm on my way home from work. I work at a Gothic bar called "Gothic Queen" . I work as a waitress and a bartender on the weekends from two 'til eight thirty at night. 

I live in a Gothic-Victorian castle-like mansion with my husband, Jason Moore, my seven daughters and my one son. Britney "Brit" Ali is fourteen, Roxy Phoebe is thirteen,  Jade Marley is ten, Marie Dawn is eight, Melissa Lynn is eight, Lauren Melanie is seven, Reñae Amy is five and Jake Nicky is two in a half.

Everyone in the family is fully American, has jet-black hair and icy blue eyes with black eyeliner around the eyes. The females dress Gothic and the males dress in band tees with ripped skinny jeans, beanies and converses. 

Everyone has a tattoo and a body piercing on their bodies.

Two seconds later, I pull up to the driveway. The children see me and they run out to greet me.

"Mommy!!!!!!!!!!" shout the kids, hugging me, nearly knocking me over.

"Hi my loves," I say.

"Hi Taylor," Jason says, kissing me.

"Hey babe," I say, kissing him back.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," Reñae begins to say, tugging on my dress.

"Yes sweetheart," I say, looking down at Reñae.

"I can count my ADCB's. See, B... D... A... C... and G." Reñae says happily, showing no front teeth.

"Good job honey." 

After that, we all go inside to get ready for bed.

• to my parents who think that I will become a great author one day. 

  The next morning, I wake up to the smell of French Vanilla coffee brewing downstairs. 

I get out of bed, grab my white silk robe and head downstairs.

As I was about into the kitchen, I see a woman lying down on top of the counter, moaning and groaning with excitement while Jason was having sex with her.

I stand there and watch, then I say: "Jason, what the fuck is going on here????"

Jason stops and turns around, with his pants still down.

"Babe," Jason starts to say, "I can explain," pulling up his pants.

"How long has this been going on Jason???? And who the fuck are you???" I asked the woman.

 Before Jason could say anything, the woman sits up and says: "I'm Cruella Belladonna, his girlfriend. Damn sweetheart, you're not pretty, in fact, you're the most ugliest woman I've seen in my life. Who the fuck gave birth to you?? I bet your children are prettier than you. You should have committed suicide years ago because you're that damn ugly and I hope you burn in Hell because you don't belong in Heaven."

When Cruella was quiet, I slapped her across her face.

"How long has this been going on, Jason???"

"Two months now," Jason says, looking down at the ground.

I slap Jason and tell him to grab his things and leave.

"I'll be filling out divorce papers and then you can explain to the children what you've done to this family. Got it??" I tell Jason.

"Yes, Taylor."

Jason leaves the kitchen and Cruella also grabs her clothes then leaves.