𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 ☘︎︎

Warning: mentions of traumatic childhood memories, death, gun violence, blood, alcoholism. 

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The Saint

Addison Williams was not born into a family of wealth, no, she was born into the trash of New York City, her father part of a huge gang, the Sons of Lucifer, that was only in the city to cause chaos, to disrupt organized crime. But when her father saw the innocence in his daughters eyes, he knew that she needed to be kept safe, to not be out of the shadows, her and her mother needed to be hidden away. Her mother was no saint either, and most night she could be seen nursing an alcohol bottle, hugging the porcelain god while Addison sat in the bathroom, holding her hair back while her father prayed that her mother would get her act together. Addison was born in a world where women were just objects, used for a reason, not treated for love. Her father was an outlier. The moment he died, she knew exactly what world she was brought into.

The door of the dingy motel slammed open, a heavy boot mark in the center. "Sunshine, get under the bed now and don't come out until mommy comes back." Her father spoke, pressing a kiss to her forehead before she was crawling under the bed, six years old and hiding from the cruel world, her hands over her ears, but it wasn't enough to muffle out the yelling. "Where is she?" The mans voice boomed, a loud crashing sound happening as the furniture was thrown around, glass shattering and landing in front of her under the bed. "Where is who, Charles?" Her father asked, his back hitting the wooden wall with a loud thud, the picture frame falling to the ground. "Your daughter, your whore, where are they Derek?" Charles growled, pulling the gun from the back of his pants, pulling the safety off and pressing it to Derek's forehead. "You're gonna have to kill me before I tell you where my girls are, you're below me Charles, this is gonna look bad on you." Derek spoke, Charles showing a wicked grin before a loud bang echoed in the room, her fathers body dropping to the floor. She shut her eyes, muffling her tears waiting for her mother to come save her.

She never got to say she loved him again.

She understood the world she was in, when her mom walked into that dingy motel room, the heartbreaking wail leaving her lips as her six year old crawled from under the bed, running into her shaking mothers arms. This is the only idea of love she ever had, that someone was always dying, someone was always on edge. Her mothers alcoholism only got worse, and she ended up turning herself over to the gang, working for them so she could keep her daughter in the shadows. Addison hid anytime there was a knock on the door, she walked in the shadows of alleyways, was never seen in the daylight unless it was at school. She hid her pain, the way her life was anything but normal, that she would never get the life she once wanted. Now she just needed to survive, and that night when she was sixteen, solidified that.

The sound of screeching tires echoed in the alleyway, Addison's mother quickly turning to her, even in a drunken state she knew what was about to come. "Hide in the shadows my dove, I love you." Her mother whispered to her, squeezing her hand before Addison slipped in the shadow of the dumpster, fuzzy neon lights illuminating the wet alley. "Lisa, your time is up, hand her over, she's our property." Charles spoke, the two men behind him reaching for their guns. "Why do you want her so bad? She's only a kid." Lisa spoke, instantly sobering up when she witnessed the guns. "She's property, she'll work as a waitress until she's of age, then she'll do what ever we feel fitting for her." Charles stated, Addison's eyes closing to stop the tears. "You'll have to kill me before I give her over to you." Lisa spoke, anger laced in her words. "That can be arranged."

You'll have to kill me before I give her over to you, those same words that were echoed by her mother of her father. Her heart was beating against her chest when she opened her eyes, locking on the men who's fingers were wrapping around the trigger. "Wait!" Addison cried, pushing against the wall to step in front of her mother, tears staining her cheeks. "I'll go with you, just don't kill her please." Addison begged, seeing Charles raise his hand, stopping the men from firing. "Please, I'll do whatever you want me to do, don't take my mom away from me as well." Addison sobbed, her body shaking while Charles stepped up to her, tilting her chin up to look at him. "You look just like your daddy," He whispered, wiping her tears, "we won't hurt your mom right now, but Lisa," Charles stopped looking at Addison before he was peering over her head, shrugging his coat off to place over her body, "stay away from her, we don't need her to have another disappointment of a parent." Charles stated, placing his hand on the back of the sixteen year olds shoulders, leading her to the car, while Lisa stood in the alley sobbing.