Her Revenge (Book 2 in Revenge series)

Chapter 22

Charlotte's Point of view

I giggled, walking through the streets absentmindedly.

The lights, they were so pretty! I just wanted to reach out and touch one!

I giggled again, stopping immediately when my world spun around me.

And then I saw him.

Maybe it was the alcohol going straight to my head, which it did, or maybe he was really there.

I reached out towards him, stumbling towards him.

There was no way he was standing there.

I killed him!

I giggled again at the thought and the guy in front of me smiled wickedly, gripping my arm, pulling me to him.

I awoke with a start, breathing heavily.

What the hell was that?

Thunder cackles outside my window, followed by a streak of lightning.

I sighed, throwing my feet over the side of my bed and pressing them to the cold carpeted floor.

I put my head in my hands, sitting there.

It had to be him I brought back to life. Tree was no one else in my life who would want revenge.

All of the others I had killed... They were too young to know about revenge. They had no idea who I was.

He was the only one I had murdered for revenge on what he did to me.

I sighed again and stood up, making my way downstairs.

The sound of rain pelted against the roof of the house. The sound of thunder shook the house, rolling through the house in waves. Lightning stroked every two seconds, scaring the crap out of me the first few times.

I walked in the kitchen, the sound of my bare feet padding against the tile floor and the rain outside was the only thing to be heard.

I got a glass, running it under the tap for some water.

I placed my hand on the counter, the other bringing the glass up to my lips, when I heard it.

The silent sound of footsteps on the tile floor, the heavy, but silent, breathing that came along with it.

I was ready to turn around, to far this person, when a cloth was pressed to my mouth, and the glass dropped to the ground, shattering at my feet. The smell of chlorine filled my nose.

I gasped in panic, inhaling by mistake, and black spots filled my vision and my body went slack.

I fell into dream world.

Rose's point of view

I woke up to the sound of glass breaking.

I sat up, shaking Peter quickly and not waiting for him to wake up before I was on my way down the stairs, just as the front door swung closed.

I ran out of the house, hearing Peter hot on my heels, to see a man in black putting my daughter in a black van.

Peter whispered something under his breath and the van screeched to a stop, the driver in the front flying out the window with the sudden stop.

Peter and I ran to the van, flinging open the back door, to find nothing.

I fell to the ground, sobs wracking my body, tears streaming down my face.

She was gone.

My baby was gone.

It was happening again.

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SOOOO sorry it's late and short!!!!! I was suffering severe writers block!!! And Merry late Christmas everyone! Have a good night!!!