Friday 5th December.
New York,
Monet house hold.
12:30pm
Elliot
Haydee wouldn't stop screaming from the other side of the door.
"Haydee open the door!" We yelled. We could easily break it down but we might hurt her.
"I got the key!" Michael said coming from behind us holding the key to her room. We respect privacy but for matters like these, papa keeps the keys to our rooms in his office.
We opened the door to see little Haydee on the floor pulling at her hair rocking back and forth.
"He's going to kill me. he's going to kill me. He's going to kill me.." she was muttering to herself. I don't think she even realised that we were here.
"Dee dee...nobodys going to hurt you. You're safe here okay?" Cedric said slowly approaching her.
"No no no you don't understand!" She cried out backing away from us slightly.
"Haydee we just need to know what happened to you." Dad said moving her hands away from her hair.
She shook her head no staring at him dead in the eyes with a panicked look.
"I-I can't.." she choked out. "Please don't make me..he's going to hurt me again."
"Who's going to hurt you princesse?" Dad asked her pulling her up into him. She buried her face into his chest and started sobbing hysterically.
"T-the bad man...Alexsandr."
Alexsandr fucking Fedorov.
Russian mafia leader.
He hurt my fucking sister and he's going to come back for her.
"He won't hurt you again I promise baby. je ne laisserai plus personne blesser ma petite fille." Dad said hugging her tightly.
(Translation: I won't let anyone hurt my little girl again.)
"What did he do to you, petit papillon? That's all we need to know." I say trying my best to remain calm. I could tell everyone else in this room was too.
"He kept me there for years...they tortured me. I was an experiment."
He is going to die by our fucking hands. I'll make sure of it. They all will.
Lucien
I'll kill them all.
I'll mail them back to eachother one by one.
"ce fils de pute. Je vais le détruire, je le jure devant Dieu. Donnez-lui quelques mois et vous aurez la tête sur un putain de bâton.." Gabriel threatened before storming out the room. I don't doubt him one bit.
(Translation: that son of a bitch. I'll destroy him I swear to god. Give it a few months and I'll have his head on a fucking stick)
I also left trying not to do anything infront of dee dee.
Michael
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FantasyHaydee Monet ,13, has been living with her mother since she was 4. She has little to no memory of her father and brothers but from what her mother has told her they are horrible. Haydees mother was jealous of all the attention she took away from her...
