Pretty Girl

Chapter Thirty Three - June 5th 2020

Chapter Thirty Three

Katrina's Pov - 26 Years Old

My eyes burst open with pain as a hard force slams into my chest.

"Ah!"

I gasped out struggling to breathe.

Holy shit. What's happening?

He slams the crowbar into my arm again as I hold in my scream of pain.

Cyrus. How can this be Cyrus.

My mind is unable to understand how this was possible. I knew I saw him but how?

A dry laugh leaves my mouth as I knew I had this motherfucker right where I wanted him. I knew I wasn't crazy and I couldn't explain how fucked up it made me feel for a while. Without Alex I would've gone off the rails.

"Why the fuck are you laughing bitch?" He barks as he slams his fist into my face.

Do your worst. When I finish with you you'll never know when I even started.

I spit out the blood that's in my mouth at his face and he looks absolutely livid as he grabs the crowbar again.

"Stop Curtis." A voice sounded from behind him which resulted in him throwing the crowbar next to me angrily.

Cyrus or Curtis. They both look the same. Twins.
They treated me the same so I'll have to give this guy the same treatment.

I just don't know how this makes sense.

"You're curious. I can see it on your face."

My calm facade breaks as I hear Verona speak again.

Fúcking bitch. If she fucked me over she probably did the same to Mia.

She walked closer to me and sat down right in front of where I was tied up.

"You couldn't just shut up and know your place huh? You had to fúcking kill him!" She said angrily with a sneer on her face as her eyes took in the length of me.

"Shut the fuck up you old hag."

I'm answered with a hard slap to my face as she grits her teeth and breathes harshly.

"I don't want to sit around to tell you anything because I just want you dead but I can't help but want to see your reaction when you realise how badly I fooled you."

I hate her.

I don't reply to her words and simply keep to glaring at her face.

"Cyrus and Curtis are twins as you probably deduced but what you don't know is that they're my older brothers."

I shouldn't be shocked but I am. Now it makes sense. I just never suspected her before, I think to myself bitterly as I bite back the sadness I feel and replace it with hatred and anger.

"Yeah surprising isn't it? Our father wasn't the nicest guy around. A criminal and he had a thing for unwanted children. Cyrus was the only one who got a birth certificate because his mother went to a hospital. Our father was livid and he dragged her out the second after she gave birth to Cyrus but when it came to Curtis he put her in his van and made her give birth there." She said emotionlessly as she got up and started slowly pacing around the room.

"My mother had the same fate, he didn't want anyone knowing he had children so he always had midwives or someone to help the women give birth. Sick motherfucker but he taught us well."

What the fuck is she on about? I don't even care anymore. I just want them dead.

I feel like I'm in 1765 with all this boring midwife crap.