Permission to kill

The family of goddess

In the big city of Houston, Texas, lived a perfect seeming, rich hispanic family named Maestas. They looked like everything was just fine with them, but everything with them wasn't just fine. Family's four daughters: Adora, Carla, Guadalupe and Lucy were all kind, and beautiful inside and outside. But their parents weren't good for them. The daughters didn't seem like enjoying life with them. There was obviously something going on in this family. Something we don't know. Something really, really deep.

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Adora was the youngest sister. She was only 12 years old and so adorable, like her name tells. She was really short, cute, shy, and always happy. She had a short, light brown hair that ended to her neck. And she was always helping others and putting everyone ahead of herself. It was really hard not to love her.

Guadalupe was 15 years old. She was a perfect opposite for her younger sister. She was brave and stubborn. She was really tall, almost 5'9" (175cm). She was super beautiful and had a thick, dark braided hair with golden beads on them. Everyone said she was even a little crazy and loud, based on her personality. But she loved her sisters, and her friends. She always was on their side. She was sometimes even pretty violent to people, who hurted her sisters, and she really hated when people called her Guadalupe. She wanted everyone to call her Lupe.

Carla was 16 years old. She had a medium, curly, healthy golden hair, that she always kept on a low ponytail . She had a good style, and was good shaped, and very sporty. She was good at school, but she was nothing like a nerd. She was in her schools cheerleading team, and was popular, too. She got a lot of friends, and a boyfriend, Ethan. And we can't forget that she was a real party girl.

Lucy was the oldest sister. She had a dark curly hair and she was maybe the most beautiful of all the sisters, if you can say that. She was 19. She was in college, and had a lot off stress from that, cause she wanted good grades. She had always been the one to take care of all the three sisters. She was building a good future for every one of them. And the other sisters didn't even know how hard their sister worked for them. If possible, she loved the triple more than their parents did. She had been a role model and an idol for every sister. 

She was really short, and skinny, too. She was only about a couple inches taller than Adora. And why is that, is because she kind of lived her life trough her sisters, taking care of them, that she didn't get enough sleep, or food, as she made sure her sisters got that. And there wasn't anyone to take care of her, cause their parents didn't pay that much attention for them. Maybe they didn't even care. But at least  they faked it good. You couldn't see if they actually cared, or if they didn't. 

Their parents, Alejandra and Santiago, were both parts of the mafia world, and only the sisters knew about it. They weren't allowed to tell anyone anything about it. They thought that it wasn't that serious. They thought they just delivered drugs. It wasn't so serious in their family. Every daughter of theirs had tried them at least once. And Lucy smocked weed almost everyday, but took it away from every other sister. She thought she was a lost case.

They lived in a large white million mansion house at the border of Houston. The daughters just thought that from drug selling you got the hell much of money. Their parents didn't go to work. Although they were all day gone from the house. Only Lupe thought that it was worth it to be rich and have a big empty house 24/7 with cold-hearted parents. 

Maybe the scariest family members were their grandmother and grandfather. They were always judging the sisters and were always disappointed. They were also millionaires. They visited once a year to kind of check up. And when they did the check up, the girls had to wear expensive revealing dresses and keep their mouth shut and act finely. And when the grandma Maestas was really disappointed to the girls, she could  give them belting. It was sure they didn't love anyone, even each other. They were just so cold people, dangerous cold people, like Alejandra and Santiago. The sisters were so lucky to have each other. So happy to have that small community of love. They knew if there was only one of the girls, without sisters to keep an eye for her, then that girl would fast transform to a rich selfish cold-heart person too.

The girls weren't allowed to do do sleepovers or slumber parties. They weren't allowed to go to the movies, or go shopping alone. They weren't basically allowed to do anything that normal peoples do. They had to be great people. They had to dress expensive clothes, and they had to act polite and civilized. And if they laughed with their parents near, their parents gave them a critical and disgusted look. The parents didn't like it. They never laughed. It felt like they had lose their happiness. Like they couldn't feel happy again.

But that was Lucy's job. A full time job that for sure was exhausting. Her job was extremely important. And the job was trying to keep the triple for not transforming into a cold-heart unhappy people. And she tried to protect herself too. But it wasn't that important in her opinion. But hopefully the sisters carried happy energy with them. And that got Lucy happier too. After all, Lucy felt like everybody always forgot her. Like every sister had something, but Lucy didn't.

 Everyone knew Adora. Everybody knew Carla. Everybody knew Lupe. And maybe everybody knew Lucy too, but they knew her a way that really exuded the fact that she was somehow little bit forgotten. She felt bad. She felt like she was all alone, when she even wasn't. She had problems to get up from her bed in the morning, to start new day with new downs. But she didn't tell anyone. She couldn't tell her sisters, cause that would destroy them. She didn't want them to share her pain with them. It was really hard for her. It had always been. But she was tuff. She had to be. She was a real survivor.