"Good morning, Kat."

Mary closed her bedroom door, holding two plates full of fried rice and two glasses of water. Mary hands a glass and a plate to Katrina who just woke up, her face still teary-stained and her eyes still bloodshot.

"Thanks," Katrina shortly said, accepting the plate and the glass as she starts eating the fried rice, Mary sitting in front of her. Katrina took a deep breath in as she stopped her crying, chewing more of her food.

"Hey, Kat," Mary dropped her spoon as she finished her food. Katrina only looked up her meal to see her, a frown still etched on her face. "Can you speak, now?" Katrina nodded. Mary puts away her plate, Katrina following her lead as she takes a swig of her drink. "What's wrong?"

"I found Granddad's journal three days ago," Katrina revealed, looking down her lap. Mary nods, her hand resting on Katrina's dress-covered knee for support. "Same time as Dad went missing. I read it."

"And?"

"I-" Katrina broke out crying again. Mary went closer as she pats Katrina's shoulders, softly squeezing them. With the hem of Katrina's dress, she uses them to wipe the tears and snot off her face. "My granddad's my dad."

"What?"

"I'm a rape child!" Katrina cried again. Mary grew speechless as she only held Katrina's shoulders tightly, her head resting on Katrina's back, Mary's soft thumbs running circles against Katrina's rougher skin. Not that Mary's silence isn't welcomed, sometimes silence is more needed than words are. "My granddad raped my dad and I'm born- yet my dad never left my granddad. It's stupid, isn't it?!"

"Why did your dad stay with your granddad?"

"For me-" Katrina sniffed again. Mary handed her some tissues which Katrina accepted. "My dad said he stayed to make sure that I grow up comfortably financially, whilst also making sure that Granddad hurts me least. I mean, I do. I know that my dad always tried to block my granddad from ever punishing me whenever I screwed up and he did try to give me whatever I want the best he can-" Katrina blew her nose, stopping herself from her rambling. Mary rubbed her back softly. "He always said I'm a love child, y'know? I thought that he at least enjoyed the experience. But he didn't! Not at all!"

"Maybe he didn't, not at first," Mary started, still rubbing Katrina's back softly. "But he certainly does, as time goes on. His love for you covers the fact that you were conceived through pain, doesn't it? He does love you, doesn't he?"

"I mean, he does-" Katrina nodded vigorously. "I know he does. I know he's always furious if Granddad ever punishes me instead of him and making sure that I get whatever I want, I just yelled at him for wanting another parent but I never thought it'd be Granddad!"

"Maybe you never expected it to be your granddad, your dad didn't expect to get pregnant by your granddad either-" Mary gave Katrina a side-hug, giving Katrina another couple of tissues. "But does it matter? Does it change the way your dad looks at you? Your dad always knew your parentage, yet he didn't love you less."

"I just-" Katrina sobbed again, crouching down. Mary rubbed her back again. "I don't know. I'm still angry at him. How can he hide such a fact from me?! How can he be so mean?!"

"Are you truly angry at your dad or your granddad?" Mary asked. Katrina furrowed her brows as she looked up to see Mary's soft, compassionate eyes. "Why are you angry at your dad- because he didn't tell you about your true parentage? What if he did tell you- would you have been happier with the closure? Do you think the three of you could ever grow to be a 'normal' family when you weren't even conceived through a consensual relationship? You told me yourself, your granddad was as abusive as he gets. What difference does it make if you grew up calling him 'dad'?"

"I don't know-" Katrina shook her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't've barged in and cried my problems out."

"Hey, don't worry about it-" Mary shook her head softly, slowly smiling at Katrina. "You need help. In my religion, we must help each other the most we can. Besides, you're my friend. It's what friends do."

"Thanks."

"Have a drink again," Mary said. Katrina nodded as she bent back down to where she puts down the glass she drank before, finishing the contents.

Katrina closed her eyes, resting her head on Mary's shoulders as Mary held Katrina's hand, massaging it softly. Just then, Katrina realised that she doesn't know anything her father has done for her. She knows he stays with his abuser and rapist for an extra eleven years being constantly abused, used for missions, and raped when he can leave for her, but to what extent? Katrina sighed as she rubbed her face, just to what extent? Why didn't he leave? She would've been fine if she didn't live as comfortably, right?

"You know what cheers me up when I'm sad?" Mary asked, her soft massages slowing down.

"What?" Katrina sat up as Mary turns on her phone. Not long after, her phone plays a song called 'Ex-Wives' by Six: The Musical played to the loudest volume it can be.

"Divorced, beheaded, died," Mary prompts, holding Katrina's hands whilst moving them back and forth, forcing a smile to creep up Katrina's face.

"Divorced, beheaded, survived," Katrina continued, her smile growing wider as the beat grows stronger.

"And tonight, we are LIVE!" Mary held Katrina's hands as Mary stood up, pulling the recently-smiling girl with her.

"Listen up, let me tell you a story!" Mary held a pink brush to her lips like a mic, throwing her pencil case at Katrina for her to also hold it like a mic.

"A story that you think you've heard before!" Katrina sang, her face still tear-stained as she gripped on Mary's soft pink pencil case like a mic.

"We know you know our names," Mary sang, smirking as she saw Katrina's smile grew wider.
"And our fame and our faces."

"Know all about the glories and the disgraces." Katrina snapped her fingers sassily.

"I'm done 'cause all this time
I've been just one word in a stupid rhyme!" Mary held up a finger, wiggling it down.

"So I picked up a pen and a microphone-" Katrina held Mary's hand, preparing for the next chorus.

"History's about to get overthrown!"