BORN TO DIE. Wade Wilson

00. Say It

─── BORN TO DIE
SAY IT - PROLOUGE

-ˏˋ⋆ 19 Years Ago ⋆ˊˎ-

"SAY IT."

It was two words that Katya had grown all too familiar with. The two words slipped past her parents's mouths so easily, endless meaning behind each one as they made their way to the thirteen year old girl's ears.

The two words broke her with such ease, the impact behind the saying hitting her like a bullet.

Tears welled in the corner of her eyes as she claimed a spot on a chair, sniffling slightly. Maps of salty tears had already made their way down her cheeks, the dam behind her eyes threatening to add to it.

"I'm sorry!" The girl wept. She picked at the skin on her hands, eyes fixed on her palms. She couldn't bring herself to lift her gaze and meet the eyes of her parents.

Katya coughed as she choked and wept on her emotions, a bitter pain forming on her cheek as a hand slapped across the skin of her face. The palm of her mother left a pink, hot, imprint from the impact, making tears blur her vision.

"Not that, you fool." He mother hissed. She scowled angrily down at her daughter, fists clenching and eyebrows furrowing. Her words were laced with anger as fury bubbled in her throat, causing fear to fill her daughter's chest. "Sorry is nothing more than two words. It means nothing! Say it!"

"Say what!" Katya snapped. Her voice echoed the air, cutting through all noice like a knife and causing the room to fall silent. She choked on the tears that formed, hands dropping to her side and gripping the seat she sat on. "What do you want me to say?! I don't regret a damn thing!"

Her mother's face grew pale, an even more visible expression of anger flashing behind her eyes. As the light reflected across her gaze, it revealed the fury that filled her. Her chest rose and fell slowly, each breath assisting her with holding in her emotion.

She leaned forward and gripped Katya's shoulders, one hand letting go just long enough to grip the girls chin and force her to look her way. "Say you made a mistake." Her mother hissed, gritting her teeth.

Katya squirmed in her mother's grasp, deflating as she realized there was not escape. Tears blurred her vision but she blinked them back, shaking her head ever so slightly.

"Why did you feel the need to let that woman go?" Her father's voice suddenly said, echoing through the room from behind his wife. He lifted his chin and looked down at his daughter as though she was a peasant- someone he didn't want to be seen with.

"She was a mother." Katya choked.

"A mother that almost messed everything up for us." Her mother hissed. She scrunched her nose with anger to emphasize each word.

"She had kids. They wouldn't have had anyone!"

"What about their father?" The man asked. He crossed his arms and scowled as his daughter fell silent.

"She tried to kill your parents, Katya- tried to kill us."

Tears welled in the young girls eyes. She wanted so badly to tell her parents she wished they would've been killed- that she'd no longer be in their choke hold, but the words caught in her throat.

Despite how horribly they treated her, despite how miserable they made her, guilt followed the thought. More tears formed in the corner of her eyes and she sniffled.

"This empire has taken years to build." Her mother said disappointedly. She shakes her head and crosses her arms. "We might as well have our foot over Russia, ready to step on it and take control- but that could've all come crumbling down because you wanted to be sympathetic."

"We've done everything we can- spent years wasting our time on you so that you can one day take over." Her father says. "But you don't seem to take it seriously."

"Are we a joke to you?"

"No." The girl whispers. Her hands let go of the chair she sat in and slowly make their way to her lap, shaking slightly. She wept at the mother's words, shaking her head. "You're not a joke to me."

"The why the hell do you act like it?!" Her mother shouted. "We have wasted years on you, trying to get you ready to one day-"

"Don't you say you did all of that for me to take over." Katya hissed, scowling. "Because I know damn well you did it so I could do your dirty work- so I could be the one with blood stained clothes, not you."

The woman before the teen reached forward, Katya flinching. She expected a hand across her face, but instead earned her mother gripping collar. She's pulled forward, her mother staring deep in to her eyes.

"You ungrateful little shit."

Katya squirms, trying to look away but being forced to turn toward her mother as a hand wraps around her chin. "We have wasted our time, our energy, everything so you can one day take this over, and you mean to tell me you don't give a damn?"

Her hand removes from her collar and strikes across her cheeks, making more tears to finally fall.

The woman backs away, pulling her husband along. "And stop picking at your hands, Katya. You look ridiculous."

Then her parents left the room just as quickly as they had entered.

The teen swallowed the lump in her throat, pulling apart her hands and using them to wipe the falling tears. She sniffles, chest shaking as she wept. She bit her lips to quiet down her weeps, then wraps her hands around the seat of the chair.

She dug her nails into the bottom of the chair, the scabs on her knuckles aching. She tried to slow her breath, rising and falling her chest as controlled as she could.

She let out a shaky breath and squeezed closed her eyes, trying her hardest to keep her emotions from shining completely through.

She sighed. She was tired of staining her hands with blood by demand of her parents, but she didn't have the guts to do anything about it.

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I'm already enjoying this plot so much more than my last Wade fic. For those of you who liked Billie more, I'm sorry, but Katya is here to stay.

-Kaitlyn