the story of raviva{editing while still writing}

the story of raviva

{here we.......GOOOOOOOO lmao im a creep.}

wicked games~the weekend

its been a week.i was sitting in my new room at jasons house.man this room was great.i havent been to school in a week either.my mother and stepfather didnt event come for me.thats how much they dont care.well my mom wasnt always like this.she use to be so nice and caring.ever since my father died...i wont think about that anymore.the memories arent good for me my therapist says.but that didnt stope me from thinking about that night.

+flash back+

i was fifteen.they had my dad.knowing me i wasnt giving up without a fight.i bang down the door.nobody answered so with all my strength i kicked it down. i was really strong actually.stronger than most guys i know.i saw them there were sbout six or seven of those guys.i took a deep breath."he didnt do it.sure its his job but i swear he wasnt the one who killed him.it was one of the other agents.you have the wrong guy."i lied smoothly.when dealing with the mafia lying is a must.especially when your father has killed there leader but not by choice,because it was his job.one of the men laughed."you think we believe a little baby child?we are educated men.little girl run before we kill you too."he said with a thin rusian accent.i smirked.he didnt know all the moves my dad had taught me?aparently they werent very educated.um im the daughter of a secret agent?helloooo.of course im gunna have first class awesome moves.i rolled my eyes and ran towards him. he covered his face ready for a blow to his face.but instead i kicked the gun outof his hands.i tripped him and grabbed the gun.i tried to grab my passed out dad.no such luck.all of the other ugys attacked me.i used everything on them.i even shot two of them.i twisted one of there necks with just my feet.i did a backflip off his head and shot a guy in the arm.wow i was good.in all the action i didnt even notice that a guy had creeped over to my father.he brought a knife up to my father.before i knew what was going on a heard a loud slice.my fathers head rolled over to my feet.i staired at it in shock.then all i saw was red.i turned to the guy who had killed my father.i cocked my head to the side and smirked."im sor--"i shot him 18 times before he finished his sentence.i looked at all of the men.about two were still alive.just to make sure  i shot all of them a hole bunch of times.i dropped the gun and walked out of the shed.

+flash back over+

i shook those thoughts away.even today that memory made me want to crawl up into my bed and cry forever.even the memory of being raped didnt crush me as much.but both of those did cause me a life long deppression.stop raviva.your thinking negative again.stress isnt healthy for my baby.i went to my new bathroom and washed my face.if i thought life was difficult now these months were gunna be alot more difficult.now ill just focus on telling nathaniel.