Tattered Wings

Prologue

*TW: Blood, SA, Abuse, Death.*

Revenge.
That's what I would get tonight.
My father? He would get my knife in his throat. I swore it. For my mother. For the women in the camp.

I waited beside the door, my father would get back any second now, my wings twitched in anticipation as I kept a shaky death grip on the butterknife. He was working late today, giving the other Illyrian soldiers more orders.

My body trembled as I kept silent, trying my hardest to keep my shaky breath under control as I heard footsteps near. It was him. I could recognize those steps from anywhere. I readied myself, I would do it. I could avenge my mother.

I would kill him. I will Kill that stupid bastard.

Right as I saw him walking through the door, my body acted on it's own primal instinct.

I lunged.

Time seemed to slow down as I flung myself at him, raising my knife for his head. I watched his eyes widen with realization. This. This was it. I can finally be free.
This is for you mom.

Wait.

No...

I was too slow.

He held my angered gaze as he stepped back, his arm raising as just I fell past him; I tried to turn, to swipe at his stomach or torso, anything, but his fist found the center of my back, bringing his large fist down with all his might.

Pain. That's all I felt as I crashed down into the hard dirt floor. The air left my lungs, I was left shocked on the ground, gasping for air. Pain radiated and coursed through my entire body as I was too stunned to move.

"What the fuck?!" My father yelled as he brought his heavy boot down on the center of my back and the start of my wings. I screamed out in pain, finally able to get air in.

"You'll be sorry after this" my father snapped, before I could protest he grabbed me by the back of my hair, slamming my face into the dirt. That all too familiar taste of blood came up my throat. That coppery taste pooling on my tongue as some of it dripped into the floor.

A dug my nails into the hard dirt floor as I tried to move, but failed miserably.

"Father please-" I began to say before he slammed my face back into the dirt, more blooding and bile coming up from the back of my throat.

"You really think you could kill me y/n!? Me, your father... The fucking general of this entire camp?!" He roared. He removed his hand from my hair, leaving me sobbing. I cried. I had sworn to myself I wouldn't cry, that I was done. I made a promise not to ever cry again, yet here I was.

Weak.

Pathetic

Failure.

"You killed her!" I screamed, mixed with a sob. "You killed my mother, you'll pay for that!"

I watched, my vision blurred from the tears that fell into the pool of blood beneath me. I blinked them away, to which they immediately resurfaced. I cried as my father went to my left wing.

"No- no no please father no-!" I began to scream frantically, flapping my wings but he pinned it underneath his boot.

"I knew I should've clipped these long ago" he spat. "I knew it was a mistake, letting your mother keep her wings as long as she did. She never should've taught you how to fly." My father said as he raised his boot. I screamed out, then he slammed his boot down. Pain blinded me, my vision going white. I've never felt pain like this before. Id rather take a thousand beatings by anyone else than this.