Fallen angel

38.Myers-Present

"Father, i am who you made me. I have become your daughter after all-Jude Duarte

Crybaby-Melanie Martinez
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We arrive at Delcour and fix our clothes before going inside.

My dad texted me that they had info about who was doing this.

We go inside the room and everyone is there.

My dad, after he sees us, calls someone on his phone and puts it on speaker

"Mr.Meadow. I found out the name behind the transition of money done to Lucas Kline and Max Kimura."

"Who is it?" my father asks

"There are two names: Viktor Nikov and the other one might startle you but...."

"Say it." my father says

"Driton Meadow."

Silence. My mind is closed now and i'm reliving the nightmare.

"No! It can't be" i say panicked "He's dead"

"How do you know for sure ?" Mr. Torrance asks

"Because, I killed him. I'm sure because i saw him choking on his own blood." i answer

My heart beats like crazy and i know whats going to happen.

An episode.

I run outside of the room and go outside in the garden of Delcour so i won't be a threat to anyone.

Rain is pouring like crazy but I lay down on the grass and wait for the episode to start when i see the face that haunts my dreams.

"Hello daughter" that voice always gives me chills and i pinch myself like every time to confirm this is a dream.

But i feel the pain. In an episode i can't feel pain.

I go in a sitting position and look around me. Weird! It always starts with me in the closet. Why am i at Delcour?!

Realisation dawns me. This... This isn't a dream.

I go into a paralysis as he approaches me and sits with me, looking at my eyes, terror nipping at my bones.

"My beautiful girl. How much have you grown." he looks at my eyes

The only part i've always hated about myself is that i have his eyes. I look exactly like my grandmother, Mara but the eyes, no matter how much i disliked it, they were from my father.

"You...You are dead. I... I killed you."

"You almost did. But i got to admit that, that moment made me realise your potential. I stayed in a coma for 6 months and when i remembered who shot me... I was so proud." he says with that glimpse of extreme in his eyes. Psychopathic. That was the way to describe Driton

"Proud?!" i laugh in my tears. My body is in paralysis and that's why i ain't finishing the job i didn't when i was six "You... You stabbed your SIX year old daughter and gave her trauma for the rest of her life. While little girls were comforted by their fathers when they had a nightmare, my own father was the boogeyman of my nightmares."

"That was the only flaw about you. You always took things so hard. Like a crybaby."

"I am the emotional one?" i ask while again laughing in my tears "You..You tried to kill your own children to get revenge on your wife. Oh! Sorry! Ex-wife."

A slap lands in the side of my face and i laugh harder, seeming like a psycho. "Who's the emotional one now? Your wife left you without thinking twice for your brother? Must be so painful that she never loved you. Your parents never loved you. Your children never loved you. Your wife never loved you and left you for your brother. Your children call your brother dad because he was more of a dad than you ever were. He stayed awake for a week for me to wake up while you were the one that put me there."

Another slap, and i laugh even harder "You're insane" Driton says looking hurt

"After all i am your daughter. I am who you made me. But the difference is that i'm better, Driton."

He twists my hair hard but i only smile wider.

I feel the stabbing of a syringe on my thigh and start drifting to sleep. "I'll finish the job i started." i hear him say

"I can't wait to see you try" i say. I don't give a shit anymore, if i die or not