book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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000 something out of carrie
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"...Bianca? Baby? I have a surprise for you..."
A saccharine voice sing-songed, followed by the young girl's bedroom door creaking open.
Bianca pushed herself up on her elbows, squinting at the light flooding through the small crack in the doorframe. A shadow cast itself over her and only then could she make out the face of the figure interrupting her sleep.
"Daddy?" Bianca let out a sharp gasp, immediately throwing the blanket off her legs.
Her father let out a hearty chuckle, kneeling to catch her as her small body came hurtling toward him, "Woah-" She knocked the breath out of him. "Hi, angel," He whispered, engulfing her in his arms. "I missed you so much."
From behind them, Lydia Prescott stood, her head tilted adoringly. A small smile etched across her lips at their darling little girl— still so innocent and naive to the world around her.
Bianca nuzzled her cheek further into her father's suit jacket, "How was your trip, daddy?"
Michael pulled back with a large grin, "Oh, it was beautiful!" He gushed, talking animately about the sights he saw and the people he met. "Unlike anything I've ever seen before."
He was lying of course. He'd been to Europe on multiple occasions since marrying into old money courtesy of Lydia's family. But there was a certain magic about seeing his only daughter's face light up when he spoke.
Michael would do anything to capture the way her eyes twinkled at the many wonders of the world. He could tell there was a certain wanderlust behind them, one that could not be tamed by the simple tides of the Outer Banks.
"Can I come next time? Please?" Bianca's eyes softened into that puppy dog look her father always caved for.
Michael pretended to think about it for a moment, "Maybe in the summer," He hummed. "I promise, but in the meantime, I got you a little present."
