Red eyed 5

One

-Kayla katerina Parker-

Most fear the dead. Most fear the most powerful. I fear my mother and father. As the daughter of Malachai Parker, I learned there is more to life than some crappy game you must win or Some crappy plan to be the most powerful. My father is the opposite... he loves winning and feeling more power which he thinks is the answer to everything, Yet it's not. My father has done some messed up things and by messed up things I mean he killed his siblings.. He hurt and abused Bonnie Bennett. I might not know the girl but she deserves so much better than what my father has done... and hearing about it pisses me off.. My father just wanted to be loved just as everyone else does... he never got that second chance just as most people have... and that's my plan.. I'm going to make sure my father gets what he deserves... besides hell.

"Wake up kaykay!" my sister called me to wake up

I hated her so much... I now understand the reasoning for my father killing his siblings because I think about killing my sister everyday... except she's all I have since my father and mother aren't around for many reasons.. The most common thing being since everyone hated them.

"Stop calling me that!" I groaned as I got up from my bed.
"I'm going to go visit new orleans so I can meet a very special witch... you are coming along" My sister practically demanded

"To hell i'm not" I argued

"You are"
"I'm not"
"You are"
"I'm not!"

"Kayla katerina petrova!" my sister yelled
"It's parker! Get it right... I don't even know why you opened your mouth to talk in the first place." I rolled my eyes
"You have a grown mouth... I could just leave you here.. or give you up!" nadia yelled
"Do it then! I'm not loved at all! Why can't I go live with my aunt olivia? Or uncle lucas? I hate you! I hate you ! I hate you!" I yelled

"I hate you too! You suck the life out of me you ungrateful piece of trash! I'm glad your father left you-"

"He didn't leave! Papa would never do something like that!" I yelled

"But he has... and I'm starting to wish I left you in a foster home!" Nadia yelled back

Many might think we are fighting over nothing.. But it was something.. When I was 7.. My mom was still alive and she was a real "survivor" or whatever the hell that was... I saw the difference in my mom that Nadia never got to see. I saw the katerina petrova, while she got the "katherine pierce" The one that didn't give a single fuck in the world unless it was about stefan salvatore...

I love my mom and my father but they were backstabbing people.. People that I will defend to the day I die... if that's even possible.

"Get ready! We are going to New orleans which is an hour away... you are going to sit in the car with me whether you like it or not" nadia says

I didn't dare to say anything.

I pissed my sister off enough.. There's always a limit to the bickering.. I know that this isn't what my father would want out of me.. Seeing as I was the only one to bring the good out of him.. It was weirdly comforting knowing that I was the only one to see the good out of my dad, but there wasn't changing who I am.. I inherited my attitude from both of my parents.. ruthless.

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After I got dressed with my black top, black jeans, I put on My black and white Air Force 1s.. I was in the mood for a funeral... preferably Nadia's.

"Are you ready kaykay?" nadia asked as she walked into my room

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" I asked

"You told me not to... and I don't care unless you want me to call you petrova I suggest you to like it and deal with it" nadia rolled her eyes

I clenched my jaw and bit back the words I wanted to say.