TW: violence, mature language
It was my father. I had enough of his shit. "Don't you every talk to her like that again!" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I stormed towards the door, angry as ever. "And I am not your child. You mean nothing to me!" He looked at me with an offended look. "Don't speak to me like that child." He tried sounding scary but he really wasn't frightening me anymore. I'm done. "Don't speak to you like that? Hah." I laughed at his remark. "I raised you and you treat me like this?" he said. "Raised us?" the build up of anger inside of me was getting unbearable, "You never raised us! I've been raising myself since 5 years old. I've been raising a 2 year old child on my own. You were never there. You never got to even know me. You never loved us!" I argued. "Liar! I've always loved you!" he shouted, infuriated at the fact that I was shouting back.
"Don't fucking lie to me! If you loved me, then why did you abuse me? Huh? If you loved me then why were you never there for me? If you loved Julie why were you never there for her? If you loved me then why are you such a shitty father?!" He stood silently. I've had it. "I've had it with your bullshit! Every single night you abuse me. You manipulate me. I'm done!" I took my pocket knife out from my pocket. I've learnt to always keep one in case of any danger. I stepped forward to be closer to his disgusting figure.
"You are not to be around this house, or the people who live in it. And if I catch you around this house again, I'll cut your fucking throat! Don't you ever talk to my mother like that ever again! Fuck you!" I held my knife to his throat and slightly slit it as I spoke. I watched as the crimson dripped from his throat, he deserved every single second of it. I felt powerful, like a goddess. "And you smell like shit! Go shower or something. If you ever come looking for me again, you're dead!" He backed away and began to leave, blood dripping from his throat. Something inside me shattered. My heart broke as he left. This had to happen, it's for the good.
As soon as he was out of sight, I began to cry. I can't believe him. Him and Jules were the only things I had left. My knees grew weak and I tumbled to the ground. My hands covered my face as I cried. From here on, I'd have to be a new person. I have to forget him. He's not my family, he never was to be honest. Mary-Lou caressed my back in attempt of comforting me. I love her so much.
A/N: damn ya'll....diana's a badass fr 🤭🤞 i shouldn't be happy tho she's in her feels 😓😪😪
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أدب الهواةDiana Russo is best friends with the Sturniolo Triplets and has been for the past 11 years. She's been abused by her awful father for the pat year with no one to help her. What happens when Mary-Lou offers for her to move in with her family? Diana h...
