She's a fifteen-year-old girl who killed her "father" in self-defense and lied about it to the police. She thinks she has no other family members and now she has nowhere to live but the police tell her she was kidnapped from her real family when sh...
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ATHENA RUSSO:
"You bitch!"
My eyes widen as I see his fist raise up in the air. No. Please. Don't hit me again. His fist smashes across my face and I grunt.
I lay on the floor with my eyes closed. This is it. My father is going to kill me.
He punches me over and over again and I just take it.
"Finally. She's dead."
He gets up and walks away.
My eyelids peel open and with all the strength I have left, I get up. I look and everything is blurry. I take a moment to compose myself, before grabbing a knife.
I grip the knife hard in my hand.
I limp to the living room and see him sitting there. He really thought he killed me and went to relax right after?
I'm going to fucking kill him.
I sneak up behind him, biting my tongue so I don't make a noise from the pain that's running through my body.
I raise the knife up in the air and stare down at him. He's absolutely clueless. I stab him in the chest.His body tenses and then go limp, laying on the couch. I take the knife from his chest and drop it to the ground.
I watch as blood weeps out of his body.
This time I feel no remorse.
I groan as the sunlight hits my face. Pulling the covers over my head, I hear a voice, "Not a morning person I see." Immediately I sit up and see Lorenzo standing in front of my bed.
My mind goes to my bruises straight away. I quickly get out of my bed and go into my bathroom and look in the mirror.
I sigh in relief.
They're not showing.
Fuck. That dream. It's making me feel paranoid. I know I get dreams about killing my father over and over again. It's always a different version that always ends up with me screaming and crying. This time there wasn't one ounce of regret.
I sigh.
Stop. Thinking. About. It.
I glance at Lorenzo. He leans on the doorframe, watching me.
"Your hair is a mess," he points out.
I narrow my eyes at him, "I'm sorry that I didn't wake up beautiful as sleeping beauty did."
Wait, he's holding something. Is that my school uniform?
