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"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be." — J. K. Rowling.

(Most of these conversations are originally in Spanish, but since most of you don't know a single word or understand it and I don't feel like translating, it'll be in English. Oh, and Daddy Lessons from Beyoncé inspired this chapter.

Beware of typos and homophobic words, if it makes you uncomfortable then don't read the flashback. Oh, and if you don't wanna read the flashback but do want to know what happened, I'll tell you. — nash)

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Demi

MAY 21, 1983.

"Come on, stop fighting! Shut up girl!" My Daddy spits angrily, his grip on my wrist was tight as iron as he dragged me away from Javier and Kendall, my eyes are blurred with tears as I struggled to pry his rough hand off of me. He pulled me roughly through the grass, the tips are tickling my skin and dress as I followed him, tripping over my feet as he pulled me forward.

"No! Where are you taking me? Let me go! You're hurting me!" I cried out, tears streaming down my chubby cheeks as I tried to wiggled myself out of his steel grip, but it's no use. He's not letting go.

"Shut your mouth child or I'll get the belt!" He threatens me, and I quieten down, grimacing and whimpering as he pulled me to a clearing. I didn't liked it when he raised his voice at me, so I made sure I stayed quiet, because when Daddy is angry, Daddy gets the belt. I squinted through the hard sun as we stop, around the clearing is a forest of trees but one tree stood out, it's in the center and it was the biggest tree I ever saw at the age of six. There's something white on the bark of the tree, it looks like paint, smeared in an X shape.

He let go of my wrist and I whimpered, rubbing at the red skin around my wrist as my Daddy slips the weird long, metal and sleek object from his shoulder before coming down on his knee, crouching down in front of me and I stared at the long sleek, metal object. He pushed the object in my hands before I could object and I squeaked, realizing quickly how heavy it was and the thing falls out of my hands and lands on my Daddy's shoe.

"Shit!" He cursed, and he jumped back, gripping onto his shoe.

I opened my mouth to quickly apologize but he holds up a hand, a sign that I should stay silent, and I did. I watched with nervous, fear and curious eyes as he grabs the long object again, muttering curses under his breath as he crouches again before me then holds the long object out to me. I looked at it before at him, confused.

Sighing heavily, he rolled his eyes at me. "Do you know what this is, Demetria?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"It's a rifle, Demetria. Do you know what this is used for?" His voice grows with impatientness and I swallowed before answering, remembering once that I had watched him used it to kill a chicken.

"To get a chicken?" I said, unsure of my answer.

"Yes," He hardens his face, jaw clenched and eyes emptied. "But it's also used to kill men." He hold his head up high.

"But why?" I couldn't helped but asked. "Why would you want to kill a man?"

"There are bad men out there like me, Demetria, and you need this to protect yourself from them, do you hear me? You need to watch out for your brother and sister, understand? The only people you can trust is your family. Family takes care of each other. Here, I'll show you how to use it." He thrusted the rifle into my small hands and I frowned but didn't say anything else.