From a young age Zarita has learned that family is everything and that they should always stick together. But what happens when they get separated.
Zarita was taken from her family at the age of 8 and forced into a dark world. She was staying...
I was sitting on the top of the building aiming my sniper riffle at my targets head. Your probably wondering what the hell I'm doing, well my job. I became a assassin at the young age of 9 and had my first kill at the age of 10. By the time I was 11 my assassin name became known around the street, La Diabla, Otherwise known as the devil, I thought it was very suiting.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand, the man was a common gangster sitting in a strip club surrounded by strippers and alcohol, easy kill. I took this job for money and money only but in reality I love the kill, maybe somethings messed up in my head but, who cares? I aimed the red dot of his head and pulled the trigger, his head exploded all over the other strippers and they start running around screaming. I roll my eyes, who's scared of a little blood? I take apart my sniper as fast as possible and leave the building.
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I hop into may matte black Lamborghini and take off speeding and weaving through traffic. Your probably wondering why a sixteen year old knows how to do all of this well, you can thank my foster parents. Ever since I was put into their care they became my worst nightmare, they abused me mentally and physically. Now I barely remember what my life was like before I got there and only have tiny memories of my family. I remember my overprotective older brothers and parents that loved me so much, but nothing more. But I also remember him.
I make the drive home in 10 minutes and pull into my foster parents driveway. Or as I like to call it #1 hellhole. Everything bad happened here, all because of them.
I walk in the door not making a peep afraid I'll wake one of them up, but it was too late. There standing in front of me is my foster mother, Karen. Her eyes are cold and hold no warmth like a normal mothers.
She walks up to me and punches me right in the face, making my head snap back and my nose bleed.
"YOU STUPID BITCH" she proceeds to scream in my face "Why are you home so late?!"
"I was doing the job as you told me, MOM" I huffed out sarcastically trying to ignore the burning in my noise. I've had way worse.
"You should have been here for 12 am it is now 1" She continues to ramble on but I just walk past her and go up the stairs to my room trying to feel if my nose is broken, thankfully it is not.
My foster father is basically like my assassin manager but when I do the job he takes all the money and if I don't do it he likes to torture me. He ruthlessly trained me into being a trained killer. He made me into a MONSTER. Some days I wonder if it's even worth it to be alive or why god put me on this Earth.
I slam open my door out of anger and make sure to lock it. My bed is screaming my name right now. I run and face plant into my cheap ass mattress and the springs groan as they take my weight. Even though my foster parents have lots of money which they take from me, they barely give me any. My room is as small as a closet and barely has any walking space.
I'm laying on my back in my bed and pull up my sleeves to see the scars that are littered across my body. They did this to me, they ruined my life, and now their going to pay for it.
