PERSON IN THE FLAMES {TWILIGHT}

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"You do understand you are suspend right?" the principal asks, fixing his glasses. I place my feet on his desk and smirk. "Oh, really? I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation you're in. if you haven't figured it out yet. You don't run shit here, I do. So what I say goes. You're sitting in the chair because I allow it. Your breathing because I allow you to breathe. So here's what's gonna happen, Im gonna walk out that door and forget this little chat, and you can live another day as a principal. Great talk Glenn." I say standing up and walking out the room.

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I walk through the door of my house and throw my keys on the table. "Oh, father!" I shout and I walk into the kitchen. He wheels himself out of the living room and I smirk. "Wanna hear about my day at school?" I mock as I get closer.

Fear appears in his eyes. I grab the handles of his wheelchair and tip him out of it. He collided with the floor in seconds. "Would you believe me if I told you I had a great day? Yea, I got to push a girl off the roof again, that was fun." I nudge his side to kick him onto his front.

"Alyvia why are you doing this? How could you hurt your father this way?" he shouts. I step on his throat. "Would you believe me if I told you this is how I show my love for you?" I ask with a tilt of my head.

"You got to show your love for me my entire childhood, let me return the favor." I say with fake innocence. I wait to hear his breathing slow down before removing my foot.

He coughs as oxygen enters his air ways once more. "But I do love you, I always have and I always will." he states rubbing his throat. I grab my lighter and flick it alive.

I lean down. "That's funny, did you know I could be classified as a victim of sexual abuse? Yea? Me neither, I had no idea getting your virginity taken by your father was not normal. Especially not at the age of 8. Now with that being said, you wanna tell me that lie again?" I ask.

"I was preparing you for the world of men!" he shouted. "AT 8 FUCKING YEARS OLD? THE FUNNY THING IS YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT BULLSHIT." I shout back. I grab his hand and let the heat of the fire graze his skin.

"Now I can prepare you for your death or I can prepare to send you to HELL. I give you this choice every year, what will it be, oh mighty father?" I mock letting the fire reach his finger tips.

"Please Alyvia." he begged. "You're begging me? After the shit you put me through? You got to listen to all my begging as a kid, Did that ever stop you? As you stole my innocence? huh, where was your mercy then? Huh?" I ask, feeling the anger rise in me by the seconds pass.

"Alyvia, think about this? Wasnt taking your mother from me enough?" He asks as the flames dance across his skin. "Was raping me once enough? Wasnt recording it enough? Huh? How does the flame feel? Feel like you had enough?" I ask, trying to keep the anger at bay. "Alyvia I always had your best interest at heart. Dont do this." he states, looking me in the eyes.

"Yea? My best interest? Well see." I shut the lighter and stood before dragging his body to the basement door. I let him roll down the stairs as I walked down. Being in the room was eerie to say the least.

I walk over to the box of tapes in the corner, picking out the tape that said Alyvias first time with the correct date on it, before walking over to the tv set up in the middle of the basement. I place the tape into the player and walk over to his body, laying at the bottom of the stairs.

I try to ignore the bed knowing it would bring back the memories. "Still believe you had my best interest at heart?" I ask, dragging him to the bench in front of the bed. I prop him up on the bench and head back to the TV.I turned it on and faced him. "When I come back you better have an answer or I will choose for you." I state before leaving.

I close the door to the basement with haste not wanting to hear the sounds coming from the TV. I look up to stop the tears from falling before sniffling as I remember that one day like it was yesterday.

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"Mom, does dad hate me?" my 8 year old self asks, as mom was sticking the candles on my birthday cake.

"Why would you think such a thing like that Via?" mom questioned, placing the candles down and walking over to my younger self.

"He's never said he loved me, so if he hasnt said it, it means he hates me." my younger self said like it was obvious.

"Now Alyvia, your father loves you very much, if you ask him Im sure hell show you just how you mean to him." mom states, wiping the tears that ran down her face.

"But what if he really hates me mom?" the younger me said as more tears ran down her small baby face. "You're father could never hate you, in fact. I'm gonna go talk to him." Mom states, before picking up the house phone and leaving the room.

I wish I never said anything. That phone call was going to change my life forever, but its too late to turn back time.