The family wreck

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Esmeray ( 18 years old )

My torture began. Every day, someone would come in and beat me, cut me, and then clean me up. After that, I would be taken to a training room.

There, Nevan would make me fight and practice till I passed out. The next day would be the same thing, over and over again.

He made me kill at the age of 13. I was 13 for God's sake. But did he care? Nope. He made me torture and kill people every single day.

And if I refused, then he would torture me and give them a painful death, so I have no choice but to kill them. At least with me, they didn't have to suffer for too long and got a quick death.

That has been my routine for the past 6 years of my life after mom died. I used to cry when they would beat and torture me, but I stopped that when I was 13 years old. I had spilled too many tears because of him, and I would be dammed if I spilled anymore.

I let them see me like that for long enough, and now I won't let them break me. I refuse to cry anymore. I refuse to break in front of him.

I was walking to Nevan's office since he said he had a mission for me today.

I was about to knock when I heard him say, "....she can never know that her family never actually died. The only reason I was able to break her and control her was because she thinks that her family is dead because of her."

What? Are they not dead? But how? He lied to me and made me think that my family died in an explosion.

Of course, he did. He is a liar and manipulative asshole.

Shut up! I know that, but in the video, he showed me that the house blew up.

It was all fake, duh.

I pulled myself out of my spiral and put on an emotionless face. I knocked on his door and went in when I heard a faint 'Come in.'

"You wanted to see me?" I said coldly.

"Ah, yes! I have a mission for you. You need to kill this man tonight. This file has all the information you need." He passed a green file over.

I took it and asked, "Anything else?"

"No, you may go now." I left the room and went to my room.

Looking at the door, I thought, 'I need to get out of here. I can't stay here anymore now that I know my family is out there.'

I need a plan to get out of here as soon as possible. Tonight is a good time to leave.

Oh yeah, I can run away after killing the man. I can take a small bag with my stuff as I always do for missions. Nobody would suspect a thing.

I get a duffel bag out from my closet, putting some clothes and all my weapons in it.

I then change into a more comfortable outfit to fight in, which consists of black cargo pants and a black long-sleeved shirt. I put my hair in two French braids and strapped two guns and some knives on me.

(A/N: her outfit is above ⬆️)

I grab my stuff and get out of the house. I get in my car and drive to where my target is.

I park the car and make my way up to his apartment. I break in and cut the power so he can't see anything.

I make my way over to him and slit his throat. He falls to the floor, holding his neck, choking on his blood as he dies. I turn on the lights and take a picture of him.

I send it to Nevan, telling him the job is done and letting him know I want to go out to celebrate. He gives me an 'ok'.

Not that I care about his permission or anything. I just wanted to buy myself a few hours more to get as far away from him as possible before he realized anything.

I break my phone and leave it in the apartment. I make my way back down to the car. I got the duffel bag out of the car and left the car there since he had a tracker in it. I walk over a couple of blocks and steal a bike.

I drive far away from there and ditch the bike. I steal a different car and keep going farther in a different direction.

I can't go back to my family just yet since he is going to hunt me down, I can't put them in danger.

I need a plan to kill him first, and then I can go back home. Home, that felt nice to say.

I wonder if they remember me. Will they want me back after everything? Do they hate me for getting Mom killed?

They probably do. After all, you ruined their perfect family.

No, no! They love me. They can't hate me...right?

I snap out of my mind and focus on where I am going. I don't know where to go or stay for the night.