Vengeance has been Served

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I was so afraid I could have wet myself, but that would have been mortifying and probably would have made dad even angrier. Although he didn’t look angry, I was still horror-struck. Why wasn’t he made? Why was he smiling? Where is Carina?

STUIPID, STUIPID CHILD!! I am angry at you for not ever a day and you somehow are going to die, AGAIN!!

Lilium! Oh god Lilium. Is he going to kill us?

No let me in!

I let go of myself as she struggled to take hold of our body. While we had be talking dad had dragged us half way out from under the bed. We thrashed out at him; we’re old enough to hurt him. We kicked him in the balls and scrambled to the door. But he grabbed our foot and pulled us towards him.

“Carina! Help! ” I screamed, even though Lilium tried to hush me.

I could hear her walking towards us. Dad had he hands around my neck banging our head on the floor. He was laughing as carina threw the door open. Lilium pulled our knee up and kicked him again. Carina rushed forward and jumped on Dad.

“You fucking psycho! What the fuck are you doing? She’s your daughter!” She screamed.

We were free when carina tackled dad, we picked up the baseball bat out of dad’s cupboard and yell at carina to move. Instead she jumped back as dad swung at her face and clipped her chin she screamed in pain and cringed on the floor.

“I will kill you all” dad smiled widely and jumped at us.

We held the bat high and just before he took his first step towards us as we swung the bat fast and hard, when it collided with his face I could hear all the crunches and snaps of his wicked face as I smiled and giggled with Lilium. We left him lying crumpled on the floor blood dripping from his smashed and in-caved skull all over the floor.

After a short while of standing there laughing I snapped and began bashing his body with the bat screaming at him, I barely noticed Carina running out of the room. I knew she was running for the phone but I don’t care. This was my Vengeance, my promise to myself.

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