"You can sit on your high and mighty Sheriff chair but let me tell you something about my criminal family, you bastard!
My mom died after a long, nasty fight with cancer. My dad isn't the violent robber the police made him out to be in that report. He has Dementia and is currently institutionalized. Do you know how it feels when the loving father who raised you can't remember your face? I held him in my arms as he cried for his dead children and kissed the photos of two strangers.
And my murderess of a sister is in prison because she killed her husband, the father of the teenager I'm responsible for, while he slept. Of course that was after he'd beaten her so bad that she lost the baby she was carrying.
So when you tell me that my criminal family doesn't belong in this town I want you to shove your opinion up your tight ass, because we ain't leaving!"
I turn and wrench the door open to see half the town in the reception area of the police station, witnessing my verbal assault at Sheriff Rifferton. And just like that, the whole town knows my story.
