Note: I mainly wrote this after I read the first book. Later, I came back to add the last line. At the time when I first wrote it, I had a bit of angst, so there is swearing in it.

Disclaimer: Ann Brashares owns Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants along with the characters.

Carmen threw the cash into the envelope. She gave a glance at the notes she attempted to write. They were nasty, she knew. However for a couple of weeks she felt nasty because of them. One more. One more attempt at a letter. This time she will write her feelings down, this time it will be purposely nasty.

To those it does concern. (To the traitor and his "wife" and her brats)

Dad, first of all I want to say is this: "How could you?! Marrying this witch! You didn't even tell me about it until I came to HELL Manor or what you call HOME! You said that you didn't want to tell me over the phone but you've could of told me you were with someone! And then we show up in your little suburbs of South Carolina, and though I understand you were trying to tell me this, but it just was a… oh, I don't know a shock! And then we open the door to your new life (by the way- it sucks!) and they are all like smiley smiley at me and well… what the fuck!

You don't even comfort me when I need it most. I thought it would be a summer full of happy memories. No! It was just the opposite! I go into the freaking guest room (I'm your daughter, remember? Not someone that's only staying for a week- like a guest! You don't even promise me I'll still be your little girl, no promises: nothing! Here I am staring at these people, having no idea of how they interfered with my life and suddenly you tell me you're getting married! Wow! That is so incredibly amazing! What I just said was so sarcastic, wasn't it? Dad, you don't say much to me the whole time I was with your bullshit family! You keep putting off our times together.

Krista, or whatever your name is, you are so dumb when it comes to math! I was the one who did your homework stupid! Out of kindness! And your brother is… different. Dad, did you really think I have fun at that party?! NO! You snubbed me! Lynda, or whatever your weird name is, I don't know what dad saw in you. You better be nice to this jerk!

Here's the money I 'owe' you for the window. You all owe me something! You neglected me emotionally. I hate you all! Cursed is your marriage!

Bye,

Carmen

She had broken a window because of them. She had felt rejected, and that this letter should do the trick. She prepared to mail it to South Carolina. In a few days, her dad would be married, with an empty hole in his heart when the package arrives.

But something stopped her. Carmen was only imagining she had sent the package. For some reason that Carmen failed to recognize, she just couldn't send the letter. There was an old expression out there that went: don't say what you'll later regret. Perhaps this is what stopped her, or the fact that her dad wasn't sure how to get a handle on things. It hurt though, the way… it is.

So instead Carmen just sent the money. But she still was furious.

Perhaps later this will all change for the better.

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Her dad had never been happier. And that made her happy. Being at the wedding was a good decision, Carmen mused. This could work after all…