Mine

Alicia

I think he did it but I just can't prove it.
-no body no crime
Taylor Swift

. . .

"...press 1 to leave a message after the beep," says the recording on my phone.

"Good Evening father, thought I would never find out, did you now?" I say and stop the message, that was enough, all he needed to know was that I was coming. And I never go down without a fair fight.

Although, it can be a little corrupt. I smirk knowing damn well he has no idea I'm watching him widen his eyes from outside his windows. I guess my stalking skills came in handy after all.

I walk over to his doorstep, my steps steady and careful, it was like my body knew I was walking into the lion's den.

I just had to speak, to him and then murder his fucking mistress who tried to kill my mother and then father dearest, because all he did was watch.

He shouldn't even protest when I kill him because, after all, he made me the monster I am today.

It's all his fault, I was beaten and bruised and he called off the truce. That night I nearly lost him.

The love of my life.

I ring the bell, feeling the knife dig into my thigh when I do so.

"AMELIA! CHECK WHO THAT IS IM FUCKING BUSY MOVE YOUR ASS FOR ONCE!" I hear someone screaming and assume it to be my father, no one else I knew was so cruel maids.

I hear shuffling and the door opens, I raise my gun, regretting it the second I see the fearful look in Amelia's eyes, she looked not over 16.

I sigh, "Don't say a word, and leave, I'll have money added to your account, get a new start, go to school" I say giving her a skeptic look.

I get in through the door, his house did not have enough security for all the shit he has pulled throughout the years.

I was expecting at least 5 guards, but clearly I was wrong.

Unprepared, like always.

. . .

I had managed to get his mistress ,whose name I wont bother learning, tied down, now all I needed was him as a witness for the murder about to play.

I went down the stairs and saw him watching television, turns out somebody's dumb.

I walk behind him and inject him with, the same drug I gave to Adrian, but a higher dose.

He passes out instantly, I bring the mistress down and tie her up. I have her watch as I cut his skin for a few hours before he wakes up screaming, probably from the pain of the 999 cuts on his skin.

I would let the last one be on his neck. I will slit his throat and let it be death by a thousand cuts.

The mistress has not stopped crying, but ignore both the bitches protests and walk over to the mistress with the same knife in my hand as I used to hurt father dearest.

"Now now father, what happened to the big bad mafia don? Crying? Screaming and fucking squeaking in pain. I thought you believed crying was for boys not men, although I don't believe that phrase I can agree you never really were a man. I hope you and your fucking sex toy, rot in hell for all of eternity." I say and slit the mistress's throat.

"You never thought I would find proof, but who needs proof when the truth is in front of you?"

I say and walk around, "Good bye father, I despise you, solely for the fact that you made me love you."

I say as I get teary eyed and watch him close his eyes as I slit his throat.

I give his fore head one last time and feel a stabbing pain in my heart, only to find out its internal and sadly for me, ever lasting.

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a/n

And now, the story truly begins, also the person who gets all the taylor references gets a candy.

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