Revenge | [discontinued]

Chapter 4

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Four

Stella's POV

"RUN!" I screamed loudly when I saw my little sister was standing a few steps away from me. I could obviously notice a glint of fear twinkling bleakly in her eyes which gave me a pang on the chest.

"No! I won't let you be here alone with him," her voice cracked and her eyes were watered. I knew she was holding on the tears.

"I'll be okay. Don't worry," I gave her the best reassuring smile I'd probably ever made. She didn't need to know what I actually felt inside.

And that was a time when a deep voice suddenly spoke behind me, causing my heart to beat double more faster than before, "I won't let both of you go."

I turned my head around to see my sick, insane, heartless father was smirking.

Even if the horns were sounding everywhere, but it didn't make me calm the fu.. fish down. Instead, the suspense filled the air among us.

He took a step forward us, making me walk backwards in reflex.

"Lily, run!" I screamed, and I heard she was running away as fast as she could.

And then I realized one thing. I shouldn't let her go. It was my biggest mistake I've ever done in life. And I really did regret it.

A shot was deafening my ears and it caused my eyes to widen in a real shock.

I breathed heavily while I looked at my father in disbelief.

"Like what I said, I won't let both of you go" he smirked. For fuck sake, how could the fuck he smirk like that when he just killed his daughter? He was even relentless to us. To me and my sister, his own daughters.

I approached my sister, as the tears quickly flowed down my cheeks. This couldn't be true...

A voice sounds clearly, causing me to open my eyes in a matter of second. My chest is up and down in its quick pace, and I can even feel the sweat overwhelming my body.

"What happened?" my mother sits on the edge of my bed, gazing at me worriedly.

"I-I dreamed about her again.." I stutter, and I burst into tears a moment later. My mother immediately hugs me and rubs my back gently, giving me a slight of chill and strength I honestly need the most this time.

That nightmare feels terribly real even if I actually know, it actually was.

"You have to let her go," my mother speaks up almost quietly that I can assume it as a whisper.

"I've let her go mom. I just..." I say sobbingly. My tears keep falling down each second, overwhelming my cheeks in a matter of seconds.

If only I've never let her run alone, she wouldn't be gone. She would still be here with my mother and I, doing what family usually do. She would've grown up to a really pretty girl. If only I didn't have a father as that sick person, my sister would still be alive.

"Go take a bath now, it's six thirty already," my mom says right after breaking up the embrace, as I nod in response.

She walks out of my room a moment later, giving me a privacy to prepare myself.

Twenty minutes later, I'm finally getting ready for school. I step out the bedroom, and I can see my mom is preparing breakfast for me.

I'm actually so proud of her. She has been through a lot, but she acts as if everything is fine. She's been so strong these past years and I couldn't help but feel a glint of proud for having her as my mother. The thought of my father murdering my sister just makes me sick to stomach. They're definitely the complete opposites.