Richard [Completed] ✓

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Revenge, so duly sought by the desperate.

After Mr. Lewis left Laura started balling her eyes out. She stared down at the bruises all over her arms and legs and her stomach. She had tried to read the Bible to look for hope from God but she still felt the same. She felt worthless and depressed. Laura looked towards the ceiling of the living room and tugged on her hair until her scalp started burning. She slammed her fists onto the carpeted flooring and her body slumped onto the floor. Tears flowed out of her eyes and she shut them tightly, trying to get all the horrible memories out of her head.

"It's your fault you didn't watch over your little sister," Dad shoved a finger into Laura's arm.

"Don't you be blaming it on my daughter, we're the parents here it's our fault!"

"She was out fucking her junkie boyfriend at his house high as a kite while she was getting slaughtered by a psychopath!"

"How the fuck was Laura supposed to know that it was going to happen? Your daughter went out late at night to hang around at the bar because she couldn't get a job! She was a stripper, she couldn't even sustain her own healthy relationship!"

"Don't be talking about my dead kid like that she deserves far more respect than your daughter ever will. She would NEVER submit to drugs nor would she ever have eyes on men, she was just doing her damn job," He scowled angrily. He went upstairs to take Laura's belongings and threw them down the stairs. Laura stopped doing her homework at the kitchen table and watched her mom grow livid.

"What the hell do you think you're doing throwing her shit down like that. You're paying for all this if you break anything of hers or anything in this house you hear me?! She ain't going nowhere she's staying here with me!"

"This ain't your house this is my house, you don't have shit in your name! So I can do whatever the fuck I want. I can boot your ass out of here too and be done with everything!" Laura's mom barged upstairs and slapped Dad across the face and shoved him back against the wall.

"We built this fucking house together and you have shit on your name because I helped you start a company, so don't you go and be selfish and say that everything in here is yours."

"Whatever, you just like to keep fighting with me and bitch all the time. You don't know when to shut up. Fucking welfare whore."

"I stayed home to help your fucking daughter for months because she had pneumonia and all you did was go out and work with your fucking son Michael and you stopped by your old house and fucked around with your ex-wife, Kara. Every time you worked with Michael, you came home with an attitude because he had shit to say about his girlfriend. You kept fucking smoking cigarettes around Aria and she got sick and almost died."

"Well, my daughter's already fucking dead so whatever you just said doesn't fucking matter." Everything went still and silent. Laura's belongings were still on the floor in the hallway next to the family room.

"You put her shit back into her room where it belongs and repaint that wall you scratched up, and don't you dare lay a finger on my daughter ever again. This is your house like you said so you're taking responsibility for the cleanup."

Her breathing was shaky and she opened her eyes again and looked around the living room blankly. Sunlight surrounded her and everything seemed normal again. She sat up on the floor and stared down at the bruises that lined her arms. Her mind was clouded by white noise and she hated it. She decided to stand up and walk around the house. She went back up to her room and looked through her drawers. She found her e-cig device under her pile of jeans and smoked it. The white noise in her mind disappeared and she spun the black colored Nord in her hands.