𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
A 16 year old girl, shy, smart and bullied. Everyone at school hates her, even her twin brother. He hated her for the death of their parents. Physically and verbally abusing her every day causes her to break down. That's wh...
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It felt good, for the first time in a long time I showed him I was finally in charge. He couldn't push me around anymore.
I'm not so naive anymore.
I wanted him to feel the pain that he has made me feel. Suffer the way I have suffered, it was his fault our parents died yet he always blamed me.
He dragged me to that party knowing I didn't want to be there in the first place. He had his driver's license while I didn't.
He got trashed and wasn't able to drive home not that I was going to let him anyways. He begged me not to call our parents but we needed a way home.
None of his friends were sober enough to even think straight so they were out of the question. Me on the other hand, I didn't have any friends.
I was a loner, a nerd.
Nobody wanted to hang out with me, Lucas made sure of that.
That's why I had no friends that couldn't take us home. I had no other option then to call our parents.
Lucas may have me for it but I didn't care.
That night when our parents picked us up, they were pissed. They gave both me and Lucas a lecture but especially me.
They said they thought I was better then this, they were completely disappointed in me.
That was the last memory I had of them before the car went crashing.
A drunk driver had crashed into the drivers seat causing the car to flip over.
My father died on the spot.
My mother was just barely alive, blood covered her. My brother left unconscious but alive, I had a few cuts and bruises but since we were in the backseats not much happened to us.
That's why we survived and our parents didn't.
Once they brought us to the hospital my mother didn't make it as they tried to save her.
My brother had to get his stomach pumped to get rid of the alcohol in his system.
The drunk driver didn't make it, he died because when they brought him to the hospital I visited his room.
They had to put tubes to give him air as he wasn't able to breathe without it.
I squeezed the tube until he no longer received any air.
I had killed him.
I didn't tell anybody, I was too ashamed of myself. But he took away my parents life, only fair I take his.
What had made me feel so ashamed is that I didn't care that he had died. It felt good, to get revenge.
I left his room and went back to where I was sitting before.
