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God is a girl, she's only a girl...

I can hear her screaming from my room... Not that it's really surprising since my room is only a short walk down the hall from hers. I can't help but wince every time I hear that vulgar language escape her, words drenched in venom to anyone stupid enough to keep aggrivating her.

Where she learned such foul language, I'll never know.

Oh, dear, was that the sound of yet another vase shattering? It must have been because it's the only thing light enough for her fragile body to lift. Of course now you show up at my door once things have gotten out of control. You're maids after all, it's your job to cook and clean, not calm a tantruming Goddess.

That's all she is you know... a small child tantruming because she didn't get her way for whatever reason no matter what it may be.

Why do you keep looking at me like I hold all the answers?

It doesn't matter anyway, I don't have time for you because that currently tantruming child needs me. Yes of course you let out a sigh of relief because this isn't your problem anymore-- she isn't your problem anymore. Like I said, a short walk and now I see her sitting there... of course she's calmed down by now.

I know I know... I'm not suppose to come barging in like that but I've done it a hundred times before and I'll keeping doing it for your own safety.

Of course you want me out... but that isn't entirely true, is it?

You see that? It took you two seconds to get off of the floor and into my arms. Aw, you know those punches don't hurt a bit but I'll let get the rest of that frustration out. There you go, cry the rest out and I'll hold you tightly until you've completely calmed down... I should have come sooner.

Yes, I know you love me... you love all of us.

There now, you're so pretty when your face isn't streaked in tears. I see how uncomfortable you get when I mention how pretty you are... of course you're not pretty, I was wrong and I completely agree with you... you're not pretty at all, you're simply beautiful. But of course I won't tell you that because now isn't the time to care about how pretty you are but how weak you're getting as I hold you all the tighter in my arms.

What's wrong? Don't look at me like that you know there's no need to hold onto me so tightly, I'm not going anywhere.

I look to the marks on your wrists and arms and can't help but mentally curse the maids for laying there hands on you... their grip on you was far to tight-- what? Of course I'll lay with you when have I ever refused you? Rest, I can see that you're exhausted. I'll watch over you while you sleep and be here in the morning... stop worrying and get that pained look off of your face you know I will.

I'll never leave you.

It's not your fault you're hurting so much... you're just a little girl in a man's world, playing the role of God.