Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Parent's Nightmare

⚠️Contains murder and blood, also I know England doesn't have the death penalty or guns but just pretend⚠️

Hi, I'm Renée Deliah Gray, I'm 17 years old and I'm the eldest daughter of Andre and Leigh-Anne Gray, having two little sisters named Leia Kaitlyn Gray who is 14 and Anna-Louise Elodie Gray who is 8.

Renée's POV: I'm what you'd call a troublemaker, ya know, stealing and fighting whenever I have the chance. I'm in a group of rebellious teenagers, everyone does drugs, drinks profusely and commits the same crimes as me.
"Renée, come downstairs! We need to talk!" I hear my mother yell out, I groan and put out the rolled tobacco in my hand before heading downstairs.
"What is it, mum?" I ask, irritated. She notices my harsh tone and inquires "Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed?"

I roll my eyes at her attempt of a joke, god she is the worst when it comes to jokes. "Anyways, I know exactly what you've been doing with those delinquents you always hang out with, care to explain, young lady?" She demands, patronizingly.
"Yeah, whatever you say..." I snarl, avoiding eye contact "Not like you know any better". I honestly despise my parents sometimes, their strict ass parenting really gets on my fucking nerves.
"Look me in the eye and repeat that" She tells me, a rage showing in her eyes. I stiffle a laugh and repeat "I said, it ain't like you know any better! You got your hearing aid on!?" I emphasise every word.
"Oy! I'd watch what you say to your mother, Renée!" Dad threatens, appearing at the door. I scoff and turn to him.
"You understand me?!" He continues and I just laugh before heading back up to my bedroom.

"You made it!" My best friend Michelle Daniels announces, making me laugh. "You still up for tonight?" Referencing the assault  we've been planning for weeks on our classmate Millie Histon, the dumbest girl in the whole year.
"Oh, hell yeah. That whore deserves the beating that we are botta give her" I reply, grinning mischievously. "Shall we head off to that place we planned to meet up?" She nods her head and we head off to the local park, I have a glance and notice a small blade in Michelle's left pocket.
"Elle, you're not gonna do what I think you're gonna do?" I ask, chuckling. "Because you are not doing that, I'm doing that"
"Be my guest, sis." She responds, handing me the knife which I slip into my pocket. I know the consequences of what I'm about to do are fucking horrendous, but I've lost all ability of actually giving a shit.

Arriving at the potential crime scene, we see the victim on her phone.
"Millie, how you doing?" Michelle greets her, innocently. She doesn't suspect a thing, good.
"How about we go to someplace more private to discuss this?" I offer, gripping the handle of the murder weapon and stupidly she takes it and we go down to a desolated area next to a nearby lake.
"Isn't it a lovely view?" Millie asks "So what did you want to d-?" I plunge the blade into her chest, her breath hitching and then stopping. I rip the knife from her chest and sink it into her throat, killing her immediately. Gallons of blood smears onto my clothes as I leave the knife in her throat. I smile like a deranged psychopathic, I've just commited a murder.

"Let's get out these clothes?" Michelle tells me, smiling. We dump her body in the lake and flee the scene!

2 months later: Surprisingly, nobody has found her dead body. Her disappearance is all over the news but I have no guilt or remorse for what I did.
"I'm worried about this poor girl, you knew her, didn't you Renée?" Dad asks me and I nod as we watch the television.
"I hope she's okay!" My little sister Anna-Louise pouts, her eyes brimming with tears. But then the worst thing ever happens when my phone vibrates with a message from my accomplice reading:

Just to let you know that, I've reported your ass to the police and they are on the search for you. Your life is fucking ruined, Gray

And then, it gets 10x worse as breaking news appears.
"Breaking news, the police have identified the suspect behind this murder from a eyewitness named Michelle Daniels, the murderer is 18 year old Renée Gray." The news reporter announces and my heart just sinks to my stomach as my photo appears on the television. My family just turn to me with different expressions: Mum looking absolutely horrified, dad looking extremely pissed off and my two sisters petrified, crawling into mum's arms.

"YOU FUCK DID WHAT!?!!!!!" Dad screams at the top of his lungs, about to snap at me and attack. "YOU COMMITED THE WORST CRIME IMAGINABLE!" Before getting up, grabbing my wrists and restraining me onto the ground, pulling his phone out and calling the police
"You aren't a Gray anymore!!!!" Mum screams, aggressively. "I HOPE YOU ROT TO DEATH!" Seconds later, the police arrive and violently arrest me and take me to the police station.

"I sentence you to death in London Maximum Security Prison, I hope you rot to death" The judge announces, my whole entire world is gone.

5 years later: I'm everyone's bitch around here and the constant victim of beatings and attempted murders. I deserve every single thing that I've done, today I leave this earth and head off to the depths of hell by the means of a firing squad.

8:31pm: The air is freezing cold as I am chained to this fence, responsible for everything. I see the dead eyes of Millie George's family, looking like they want to end me right there and I don't blame any of them. I took their little girl from me and I know she's watching and laughing at me in the clouds for the inevitable. I begin to hallucinate and see images of Millie weeks before that fateful afternoon, smiling with her group of friends then the focus switches to the what she would've seen; if she saw me and Michelle plotting her demise...

"Renée Deliah Gray, you are being executed this evening for the brutal murder of Millie Histon that took place on the 19th December 2020" The parole officer explains "Is there anything you'd like to say you worthless bastard?" I hesitantly shake my head no, too dead inside to bother to apologise or anything like that.
"Very well, on the count of three, kill this sick bastard." He instructs, eyeing the soldiers whom aim all their guns at me.
"1...2...3" Is the last thing I ever hear, as my life comes to it's end 22 years in...

I regret nothing and never will!