She kept her face in her hands even when she was lifted in to his lap where she could easily lay her head on his chest and cry, and then she began to cry harder. "Do you remember those girls who lived off Crawford Avenue?" Her tears were so hard you could barely hear her talk. "Remember how they said they were sorry and you told me to try again... and... and they cut off all my hair at the slumber party?" She scrunched herself in to a ball so tight in his lap while she remembered waking up with no hair in places and it chopped to pieces with writing all over her face. "I- I don't want to do that again.." Even though the hair thing was a horrible it wasn't as horrible as when she burned down the girl's home and killed their entire family because she was upset. "Y-You think you're the only monster here." She huffed, trying to catch her breath.