~I promised~ Cookie's Backstory /TW\

Karma's a bitch

It had been 5 years since my fathers funeral. It was sad to say the least. Not many people came, it was just me and mother. After he died mother found someone new, that she had apparently been seeing for quite some time. He seemed nice at first, I now had a step father and a new uncle. They were nice when mother was around, however things got messy when she wasn't. Things happen to me that no ten year old should have happen. I was beaten and raped constantly by the two men who insisted they were family..

After being taken advantage of again for the sixth time that day I decided I have had enough. After they finally left me alone again, I got up, grabbed my dress and pulled it on. It had been torn at the ends and was covered in dirt but I didn't mind, the soft comfort of it was enough for me. I climbed out of my window and down the drain pipe with ease. As my bare feet hit the soft ground I collapsed, finally feeling the pain that was growing in my legs.
"Get up cookie... come on." I say to myself. If I didn't get up it's no doubt they would find me.

I get up slowly, making sure I can't be seen out of the sliding glass doors into the living room, where my abuser and his brother sit drinking. Fucking assholes...I smile to myself and grab a nearby rock, throwing it at the upstairs window. I hope that made enough noise.. apparently it did because they both stand up and run upstairs

I take my chance and quietly slip through the open door, running to the kitchen. She always kept the knifes in the same place.. I grin as I pick one up. It wasn't the sharpest one and it wasn't the largest, but hey it worked. The handle was cold and the blade shiny. I hear a thud from the direction of the stairs.. I didn't expect this! I sink down and hide in one of the cabinets, shutting the door on myself. I can hear them. It's muffled but he yells so I can hear..
"Little brat!! She'll be heading for the police.. or her mother.."
"I thought you said Ann didn't listen to her kid?!"
"Yeah well if she sees the girl like we left her she just might!!"
I giggle at my step fathers anger. They were right of course, mother never believed me when I tried telling her. I don't blame her, I was known to lie all the time, ten year olds are not very trustworthy.
"Fuck be quiet! Can you hear that?"
I gulp hearing it too. My step father was right again.. the phone was ringing. And it was mother's number..

I hear them go over to the phone. My step father answers it, instructing his brother to find me. He walks into the kitchen and I take my chance, jumping out of the cabinet and stabbing him in the leg. He yells in pain as he falls onto the tiled floor, I cover his mouth with my hand hushing him.
"Shh... so now your the one making the noise eh..?" I grin down at him, my green eyes sparkling. He looks up to me, begging me to let him go.
"Awh.. you didn't listen to me.. so why would I listen to you.." I plunge the knife deep into his back, my grey dress now stained red with blood but I don't mind. I feel a sense of relief that he is finally gone.. I can hear my step father coming back and again I hide. This time I hide behind the sofa, grabbing a frying pan from the draining board behind me first. *This will come in handy* I think while I pocket my knife and hold the pan to my chest, my back pressed against the sofa.
"Chrissy~ I know your here love~ come out now and I won't punish you harshly.."
His voice sickens me, however I have a plan.

I stand from behind the sofa, hiding the pan behind my back, and slowly walk towards him.
"Ah there you are pet" I grimace, his voice makes me want to kill him now but I can't.. I'm too far away.
"I'm not your pet asshole.. I have a name. It's Chrissy" I say back at him with fire in my eyes, although I'm trembling. My grip tightens on the pan as he walks towards me, grabbing my chin forcing me to look at him.
"I'll call you what I want pet~" he grins down at me. That does it! I whack him with the frying pan, the blow knocks him to the floor.
"I said I'm not your pet! Get that through your thick skull, I hate you!!" I drop the pan and take out my knife, it has become almost a part of me.
"Karma's a bitch~" I smile and plunge the knife into his chest, twisting it. My smile growing as pain fills his eyes. I don't hear the door.. I don't hear the bag drop.. and I don't hear my mother's gasp..
"Chrissy!! What the hell?!"