You promised || DREAMNOTFOUND

CENTUM SEX

my father froze, staring at that same scar he gave me 12+ years ago.

"its impossible" I heard him drop his knife, it sending echo's throughout the room as if it was a silver dime being dropped.

I started laughing, I really didn't know what at but it was funny, I was having fun.

"Liv-" my father started and addressed my mother, but he couldn't finish his sentence before I was spun back around, now facing him and my mother again.

"Just to be clear" I said sternly, pulling down on my arms as hard as I could, ripping the shackles off my hands and letting me hand on my feet perfectly, nothing holding me back from hitting him.

"I for sure thought I killed you" I scoffed and shook my head, looking him up and down then pushing past him, I knew he was to shocked to do anything which is why he let me go past him.

I flexed my chest slightly and groaned in pain, now it was just annoyance.

slowly, I belt over and picked up the heavy pile of holsters that he pulled from my arms.

"how-" I heard my dad turn around, still staring at my back as I rose back to my full height. believe it or not, I think I was taller than him.

"did you really have to cut down my chest" I looked down at the blood that was heavily flowing from my body, and not at a healthy amount.

I was ignoring all their emotions, I was acting like this was a normal day, because it confused them.

"clay? my mother covered her mouth and looked at me.

slowly I turned around to face her and stared at her with a soft face, still angry but it was softer for her.

"hey mom" I gave a sarcastic smile and pushed past my dad again, reaching down for my torn suit, purely for the sleeves to the button up, I ripped it off the shirt with ease and began wrapping it around my forearms, the way deeper wounds he gave me.

I turned around to see my dad staring at me with anger again, this time it wasn't that anger from me being some random guy, it was that anger from my child hood, that anger when he was drunk and mad at anything he could possibly be mad at.

"what are you going to do" I straightened my back and got closer to him, making our faced inches apart, and to my shock, I was taller than him, looking down at the man who tortured me as a kid.

"I am going to kill you" he mumbled into my face and then struck me with his fist, now that I was on my feet, it barley pushed my head to the side.

"pathetic" I looked down at him and spat, his eyes looked like I shattered his ego, like I was the first person to not kneel to his wrath.

I scoffed and pushed past him, looking at the guards who had their hands on their holsters, threatening to shoot me.

"shoot me, there is nothing stopping you" I smiled with blood in my teeth, holding my arms out to the sides, giving them an easy shot.

"dont you dare" my mother scolded and approached the men, I didn't hear what she said but they left the room immediately.

"actually" I dropped my arms to my sides, still holding the five holsters in my right hand.

my mother turned around and faced me, her face already wet from the salty tears streaming down her pale face.

"why did you leave" I asked in a desperate voice, it cracking slightly which only made her face more scared.

"a job came up" she stuttered and held her heart, like she was freaking out about this.

"a job? a fucking job was worth your kids?!" I shouted into her face, her just yelping in fear.