Natalie Jackson;
I stood aside, looking from my husband to my sister as Frank asked her if she was alright.
"No, Frank! Allow me to go home. Natalie must rot in jail today!" Amelia sobbed, and Frank tried to persuade her not to leave our house, but she refused.
"I'm a model, Frank! Look at what your stupid wife did to me!" Amelia turned her hands to show Frank the bruises caused by the cane.
"Did I invite you here? Leave here now, you b***h, and go back to our father's house. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for lusting after your sister's husband? Are we on good terms that you would claim to have come here to visit us? Do I need your stupid apologies?" I barked at Amelia, and her eyes narrowed at me.
"You won't get away with this, Natalie! Get ready to rot in jail!" she cried and got i
