Vengeance

Prologue

Maddison's pov

I lay on the small mattress on my room floor, staring up at my graffitied ceiling. I turned to my side to check the time on my phone.

2:39 . I can't sleep.

Flashbacks of what happened kept coming back to me. Anger. Anger fills my head, then sadness.

fuck,I think to myself.

I sprung up off my mattress and grabbed my hoodie, which was on the floor.

I snuck past my brother's room and headed out the kitchen window. It's been me and my brother for five months now, my dad left a few months after I was born and my mom died last year.

I moved to Philadelphia with my abusive uncle while my brother finished uni. Once he graduated he got full custody and I moved back to New York. But things went downhill after he lost his job.

I got two jobs to help with rent but he started using it for drugs. Don't get me wrong I love my brother but he pisses me off. We moved in with his girlfriend cause we got evicted.

I hate her.

He's been in and out of jail and he's in trouble with a few gangs but he says it's nothing serious. He wasn't always like this.

I walk down the Manhattan street allowing my thoughts to consume me. As I turn the corner I feel two strong hands grab me and pin me against the wall on the building next to us.

I can't make out who he is. He has a hoodie on and a bandana covering the lower half of his face.

"Tell Jordan to get the fucking money. By tomorrow." he spits pushing me further into the wall.

I struggle to get free as I watch him pull a pocket knife out of his pocket.

"Tell him yourself dipshit" I say as I try to escape his grip.

Without thinking I lift my leg attempting to kick him, but he's too fast. He blocks my attack and pins me back into the wall. His hand quickly finds my wrist again. He flicks the knife up, hesitant, he looks into my eyes.

We stare. His grip slightly loosens from my wrists, but the moment is cut short when I feel an agonising pain on my wrist.

He aggressively retightened his grip and carved an 'X' shape into my wrist. I let out an ear piercing cry. I tried again to get free but he forced me back. With a thud I hit the wall.

My pain was soon replaced with anger.

He looked into my eyes, almost mesmerised. Then jumped back in pain.

" fuck" he mumbled as he aggressively tapped the side of his neck.  His bandana had caught fire.

I blinked in confusion. I instinctively stepped forward to check if he was okay, seeing the burn mark I had left on his neck, but then I remembered what just happened.

I took this opportunity and sprinted around the corner then down the street.