My Darkest Secret

Chapter 12- Past Scars

Hello hi, how's life?
I am currently waiting for my teacher to start our live lesson. I hope you are having a great Monday (or at least a fine one). I hope you enjoy the Chapter. 

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Maya's POV

The night sky cast a dark light upon the red brick house, fitting I guess. Considering what I was there to do . The lights were all off, they must have been asleep. That was good- I think- it meant that there would be no witnesses. I hopped over the fence, to be met by a great big bulldog. Fantastic! The dog began to bark loudly, trying to alert it's owner of my presence, but luckily this wasn't the first time that my incompetent, excuse of a boss didn't give me all the facts. I looked at it, staring it straight in the eye, before letting my eyes flash purple, and growling softly which caused him to promptly shut up.

I looked to find no open windows or any holes that I could use to get inside, and I was told specifically to leave little to no evidence that I had come. It was then I realized that there was a doggy door, that was open.

"Seriously? The things I do to stay alive." I muttered, as I began taking off my clothes, folding them neatly and stuffing them through the doggy door. I then willed my body to change, as I shifted. What happened next was odd. It was like I wasn't in control of my own actions, and like I was simply watching as I put on my clothes after I went through the door, and shifted. I walked upstairs, and walked into a room where there lay a couple, sleeping softly in each other's embrace. I took out my silenced gun, before deciding against it and pulling out a knife. I walked up to the man, and slit his throat. Warm, crimson blood spraying everywhere, staining the once white sheets.

The woman to his left, began to turn in her sleep and it was then I realised her growing stomach. I was meant to kill her too. I should have. If I didn't they would expose me. But the child inside of her was innocent. Should they really have to pay for my safety? I had done enough damage as it was.

I turned around and began to walk down the stairs, as heartbreaking screams filled the house. She had woken up. Her sobbs began to change into the cackling of a man, as I became frozen on the spot, unable to move. There before me, he appeared. The man I had called my father for the first part of my life seemed to grow out of the floor and now stood in front of me. Cackling like he did when he had finished a session of torturing me. The ground around us seemed to melt away, and before I knew it I was back in the basement, cuffed once again to the wall. Begging and pleading to be let go. But, as they always did, my cries were useless.

I forced my eyes open, to find myself among soft, light blue sheets, once again covered in sweat. Shaking violently from my latest nightmare. In an attempt to convince myself that it was finally over, I counted my fingers, making sure there were ten and not more: One thing I had learnt over the years, was that in dreams I always had extra fingers.

Looking around, I came to the realization that I had absolutely no clue where the fuck I was.

'M, we are at Xander's house. Remember? You fell asleep.' Cora chirped, prancing around in my head. Quite content with our situation.

I untangled myself from the blanket, before inspecting the room. It was about the size of Xander's room, only slightly smaller. With it's own bathroom and walk in wardrobe. The walls were a mesmerising shade of green, the kind you would find in the leaves of trees. I got up and made my way to the bathroom, collecting the red and black flannel top, that was once around my waist, off of the bedside table.

I redid my hair, brushing it out with my fingers, and putting it in a ponytail. I took off my Nirvana t shirt, and put on the flannel, buttoning it up; Best thing about flannels are that you can wear them in like 50 different ways. Deciding I looked presentable enough for society, I opened the curtains and made my way down the stairs.